14 Candles
Remebered with countless tears
that soaked thin sheets
on cold floors
in bland motel rooms.
Associated with stinging legs
and a back that carried welts from leather belts.
That was fear.
Remembered with words of wisdom from a lost mother
of "just go to bed" and "let it go"
and "do as he say and he'll stop."
Remembered with shouts of NO
so loud and hard, my voice rasped.
Remembered with forced smiles, loud silences
so loud I went deaf.
Only hearing malicious whispers of
happy birthday.
Copyright © Zhane Robinson | Year Posted 2013
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