All those old wounds
Stitched, bandaged and bound
Packed in an old trunk
That my subconscious found
Thrown overboard in a wild sea
Why are they floating back to me?
I awake from a restless night
Weeping and shivering with fright
I feel the waves of danger
Your fists raised in anger
And I run for my life.
Blood of your blood
Bone of your bone
Born into your home
You were supposed to protect me
Instead you hurt and reject me
Yet, for a while, as a child
You were my hero
I would try on your shoes
Imitating your moves
Learning too late
That love can transform into hate
A child abused, abandoned, or betrayed
Is forever afraid
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