BURNT TEARS

STRUGGLES OF AN ABUSED CHILD

 

 

BURNT TEARS

 

 

I remember a tormented childhood with

Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom

tossed acid on my tears by saying no words

to stop it and even joined it.

 

I remember that even though I was a small

and frail child that didn’t stop them 

these parents left me to thrash about life

with their painful insults. 

 

I remember because my spirit was crushed

I wore an unmistakable frown

the wounds of my heart were inimitable too

as was the damage to my character.

 

I remember Mom laughing when I swallowed Clorox

and should’ve warned it wasn’t apple cider 

what I was left with was swallowing burnt tears

and always wondered if anyone could tell.

 

I remember my sorrowfulness like

hot molten metal running over me but

I kept it locked up and bound because

I only found judgment that silenced me.

 

I remember pressing on through to another year,

month, week, day and minute with the blare in my

head of the brutal belittlement so evermore

I carry the memory of those burnt tears