726 Days
726 Days
726 days
726 days until I’m gone
Like a Leaf from a tree
Or a bird from a nest
I’ll be leaving home
Moving on from the past
I’ll be moving on from the moving
From one house to another
From week to week
Or month to month
From a life I created
Only to move and create again
From packing and unpacking
And finally just leaving things
In a box
From wondering when
The next move is
726 days
I’ll be moving from not having
Anyone to talk to
For the first fourteen years of my life
From not having a true friend
Or someone’s shoulder to lean on
From not having
Not knowing
What family truly is
From the cold un-functional life
I have lived for fourteen years
Until I finally saw
The truth
I’ll be moving from all the bruises
Ones that have covered
My arms, my shoulders
My legs and my back
From all the hand marks
That has landed on my face
And the scares on my heart
From the wounds deep inside
From being told
How useless and horrid I am
To see, and the shame
I remind them of
Being said I was a mistake
One that should be forgotten
From being told I will become
Nothing and believing it all
726 days
Until I will be leaving the ones
Who bring up memories
I would soon like to have left alone
From being reminded and reliving the experience
Through my nightmares
Nightmares where I see the evil in there eyes
The horrible smell of their breath
The press of their weight on me
My tears running down my face
Their fingers
And their bodies
Tearing my insides apart
Violating me
As no child should ever be violated
Over, and over again like its happening again
I’ll be moving from two little kids
Who I have raised
Who I have taken care of
Feeding and protecting them
And although I may miss them
I will be letting
Them making their own decision
Whether to stay
Or come with me
726 days
Until I leave that life
And walk into another
Where I can finally settle in
With a friend
Who has showed me true friendship
Who has listened and helped me
With my past
Who has reserved judgment
And shown only kindness and friendship
To move in with her family
With open arms and a smile on their faces
Time and time again
And treated me like their own
Who has shown me what family is
Who I can never tell how grateful I am
No matter how I try
I’ll be moving in
726 days…..
Copyright © Elise House | Year Posted 2012
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