Not One bit Brave

It haunts me,

that I'm not as brave,

as a child who calls the police on her abusive parents.

I wish I had been that child,

when I was just a kid.

But yet again, 

I'm no longer,

that scared little child,

living in an abusive home.

Yet I still fear,

an abusive parent

even though I'm not there anymore. 

I fear the next time I see her. 

I fear so much more then any person should.

I don't fear pain

or death. 

I fear for others in my place.

I fear that the next me, 

will be dead after being beaten,

by someone in their life

Reviews

[first second third]

i can relate to this,
ik the fear you deal with as you know and i still go through it. very well written.

[KurKota]

Powerful writing. Your compassion for others inspite of what you have gone through is commendable. Very commendable ! I am just so sorry that you and others, have had to endure these kind of treatments, because the abuser has issues. The only way they can tolerate themselves I guess, is if they make others around them feel worse. Sick !! But this speaks to the pain very keenly and compassionately ! Nice writing !