I found a bunch of poems I wrote a long time ago. One of them called The Animal Inside me, I wrote in rehab. The others I wrote long ago. Anyway, I’m going to post them because what the hell. The one titled “Wake Up” is particularly apropos for this website. Please read it.
Yesterday I attempted to finish “My Death Defying Journey” which is my whole story as best i can remember it. Anyway, I flew into a rage in the middle of writing and couldn’t calm down for hours. I took my rage out on a few pounds of strawberries which I smashed with my fists. Thank God no one was home. There was the cat, but even in my worst rage I could never hurt an animal. My dad keeps texting me lately about his impending death. He’s been talking about dying since I was a little kid. He is a crazy son of a bitch. Anyway, his complaining just fed my rage. I don’t know if I will ever finish writing my full story as I get overwhelmed with memories that cause flashbacks and nightmares. It sucks. It fucking sucks
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