Remembering The Fear

By D Sharon Pruitt [CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons
I remember the fear I felt deep inside
So many days wishing I was not alive
The sting of your hand as it slapped my face
Was I really that bad, was I such a disgrace?
I tried to please you every day
Your only wish was for me to go away
Would I come home while you were in a rage?
I always wanted to escape, to another place
The words you spewed
They were so crude
Why could you not have just bit your tongue?
I was just a child then…. I was so young
I cooked, I cleaned, I tried to please
Nothing was good enough
You were always so mean
You once told me my father did not love me anymore
You hoped I would believe this and walk out the door
Too bad I came with the package deal
My father loved me, that was real
Now that I am a mother, I simply cannot not fathom
How one could treat a stepchild in such bad fashion
There was no love, there was no compassion
All the cruel things you said to me
I still remember them…. Deep in my mind
But now I am free
©Copyright Susan Zutautas 2011

Published by Susan Zutautas

A Canadian girl, born in Montreal, mother of three grown boys that lives with her husband in Ontario. Published author and poet. Loves to write flash fiction. Author of New In Town and two children's books which can be found on Amazon.

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