Looking to find
Is everything OK am I really here?
Remembering the past
Ghosts that flint through my mind
Like cold winds that chill my bone
That trigger them:
An angry face, harsh words
the sound of a belt whipping through the air
Send my mind
Reeling to the past
It breaks open the ice I have been storing it in
They are longer needed
I make who I am
I acknowledge them
And move on
I have safety here. And love.
And my child will never feel the torment
Of violent and unspoken love.