A child’s losses
behind her mother’s ghost
of horrors; she cannot find the causes
of the fears that haunt her most.
~ ~ ~
I hid behind my
father’s furor, a child in the mirror,
beneath the bed of mother’s terror, thinking
my birth perhaps an error.
~ ~ ~
A child’s haunted
when she has no place to hide;
at school she’s taunted, and at home,
she can be no one’s pride.
~ ~ ~
I grew up with a
broken space between my
mind and soul; and only God can fill
the place, and make the fracture whole.