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Stevenson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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With every touch, a part of me died.
Now I am in a prison that has no gate,
Every one of them, sealing my fate.
The lashes of life, you may not see,
Just by looking at me.
I have hid the emotional scars deep within,
And I have pretended my tears were diamonds.
My mother beat me most of the time,
With an invisible wip,
Made with hurtful words that cut deep.
But no one read the abusive signs
I had carried like chains.
When she thought I hadn't suffered enough,
She beat me with anything close to her hands.
And each time she had finally let me go,
I ran, hoping to find a way of escape.
No matter my childhood age,
I was a frightened child,
for I lived in the devil's rage.
Even now that I am almost an adult,
That frightened child lives within me
But I hide her so that the world will not.
P.S. I wrote this when i was 13 years old..My mommy passed away July 13th 2010 RIP