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Hiding from the Truth

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Below is the poem entitled Hiding from the Truth which was written by poet Bronwen Balmos. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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Hiding from the Truth

When you hear the car door shut
You know whose home
You pretend to be asleep 
But he’s not fooled

Trying to hide under the covers won’t save you from what he’s after
He’ll take it from you
He doesn’t know any better
You are “his” after all

You cringe through every minute, hoping it will be over soon
Then, there’s the relief
He’s passed out
You’re free again, for a little while

This was a good night
There’ve certainly been worse
The nights he arrives home while the kids are still awake
These nights he gets his kicks at everyone else’s expense

He has fun tickling the kids
Perfectly harmless, you try to convince yourself
You watch as he pins your daughter to the floor
Sitting on top of her as he tickles her sides

“I can’t breath!  Mom, help!” she gasps
You’re afraid to make it worse
He laughs incessantly, while your daughter struggles under his weight
“That’s enough,” you say in a calm but stern voice, hoping not to set him off

He ignores you as always
You turn and walk away, hoping he’ll soon tire of this game
He runs out of steam five minutes later
Your daughter learns that she’ll need to protect herself

Next time she hears the car door shut
She runs down the hall and locks herself in her room
Is she safe?  Are you?
You anticipate what’s to come.

You listen as he stumbles up the stairs
And down the hall to her room
You hear him try to open her door and then pound on it with his fist
You picture your daughter huddled in her bed, petrified

You imagine she’s thinking the same thing you think when he comes to your room
“Go away.  Please just go away.  God, make him go away.”
You hear his frustration build as he kicks his foot through the hollow core door
He’s done, he’s pissed, he’s going to bed

You fail to see the whole picture
Your oldest daughter begins to “party” like dad
Your middle child takes sanctuary in her room
And, your son starts to experiment with self-mutilation

We all have our coping mechanisms
But, why are we so afraid to face the truth?
Pretending there’s no problem, won’t make it go away
Hiding from it, won’t make it better

Dad suffers from depression
His treatment of choice is the bottle
He loves that bottle more than anyone or anything in the whole world
How’s that bottle treatin’ you dear old dad?

What misery will you hide from today?
Whose joy will you steal?
Whose hope will you crush?
Isn’t it time to start facing the truth?

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  1. Date: 9/23/2010 10:14:00 PM
    Browen, Congratulations! On having your poem featured this week. A poem well deserved, keep the fascinating poetry coming" Nathan D.

  1. Date: 9/23/2010 11:09:00 AM
    Browen, CONGRATULATIONS on your wonderful poem being featured this week. Enjoyed the selection of all the poetry on the front page. Have yourself a nice and wonderful day,..p.d.

  1. Date: 9/23/2010 10:11:00 AM
    A beautful, and yet sad, write. You pulled me in and took me on this with you, I fel this poem. It was wonderfully written, and know the truth can be scary. Hopefully, she wil take courage and hope and face the truth. Congrat on the feature. --Madison

  1. Date: 9/23/2010 7:46:00 AM
    So sad, so constructive is the poem, saying it as it was, your very brave, taking this first step, good luck to you with your life, and remember we all love you here on soup. Harry

  1. Date: 9/22/2010 11:07:00 AM
    Few can handle alcohol. It changes the personality, no matter what the drunk man might imagine. If only a drunk could visit his own behavior while in normal state, he might try to change. Your poem is excellent but very upsetting. Congrats on the selection. Dave

  1. Date: 9/21/2010 12:38:00 PM
    Thank you Carol. It's a good reminder for me to write more poetry too! :+)

  1. Date: 9/21/2010 11:07:00 AM
    Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week at PoetrySoup Bronwen. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 4/29/2010 10:27:00 AM
    I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Bronwen. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 4:06:00 PM
    Welcome to the Poetry Soup Family of poets... enjoyed reading your creative write...luv.. "Sweetheart"

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 11:09:00 AM
    A very sad poem. But the well written details are unfortuanetly so honest and prevalent in our society....it is just that so much of it is hidden away as you say. Yes, please face all the truths, and I can see from your comment below that you are trying to change things. Best wishes to you. Chris.

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 10:33:00 AM
    I appreciate the comments. This was actually my childhood. I am the middle child, daughter who gets pinned by dad. It felt so good to get this out; part of the healing process, I suppose. I have also looked into attending an Al-anon meeting. Let the healing begin. It's been too long coming!

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 9:47:00 AM
    very sad but very nice write we all have to face the truth sooner or later but for some it's too late best wishes in your life and welcome to poetry soup faleshia

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 7:56:00 AM
    Some heavy disfunctional family dynamics going on in this home...I hope that was not your life but just a write...If it was your life my sympathy goes out to you and your whole family...Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 5:52:00 AM
    WOW, alot to think about.. stay well love

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 5:15:00 AM
    Terribly sad, and written so well, love Simone

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 4:12:00 AM
    Standing ovation on this one. Absolutely brilliant and truth to the core.

  1. Date: 4/28/2010 4:12:00 AM
    This one is going to my favorites.