Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

Psychological Compromise

I went to the mailbox
Much to my dismay 
I would've rather had smallpox
Than what I found today

I may sound dramatic
And I guess that is true
But what I found so traumatic
You sounded so blue

Did it cross your mind
As I curled in your womb
That the people I'd find
Couldn't deal with your bloom

Did you find some compassion
When you ran with the wind
Did you dress in high fashion
Or the flower child trend

I hate that my screaming
Got under your skin
One nurse was redeeming
So the doctor dropped in

Now I will tell you
The source of our pain
Was a clavicle fracture
With a nerve induced strain

This poem is of childhood
And all it entails
I won't create falsehood
For truth always sales

Don't put your guilt and pity on me
Or whatever you felt in the latter 
You'll never recall the flower I'll be
Came from mental abuse, hate and batter

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Richard Lamoureux October 13, 2020 at 5:35 PM Sadly I believe you are correct.

Richard Lamoureux October 13, 2020 at 6:34 AM I can relate having grown up in an abusive home. One of my books “DUMMY, Hurtful and Healing Words” was born of that pain. Those of us who are formed of pain also possess unique gifts. Blessings and a big hug. Thanks for sharing. Angela Crabtree October 13, 2020 at 3:28 PM Thank you, Richard for reading. Sadly, I think there are more people out there than we can even imagine, that have suffered from some sort of abuse as a child. ...Blessings and hugs back :)

Kristin Reynolds July 21, 2008 at 4:54 AM Hun, I know all too well about the hard childhood, so I feel your pain literally (maybe in a different way, but pain is pain, is it not?) A beautiful portrayal of inner light and insight to your true self, a shame that she could not know you as you truly are. :) Beautiful. Kristin

Sharon Winter July 20, 2008 at 11:27 AM Love Sara's comment, and I couldn't agree more. So sorry for all you have been through. No matter your past, you are a beautiful, talented poetess, and a wonderful friend to know. Love who you are. Love, Shar xoxo

Sara Lokken July 20, 2008 at 10:29 AM Very heart-wrenching and poignant. When you don't have a mother, a true mother I mean, it's easy to feel less of a woman somehow. But I have learned that our soul has a path, and that path exists to teach us compassion and humility--to make us better people, a "flower" as you put it. And you're already that--so don't let anything come in the way of the beauty that you are. Love, Sara P.S. Very beautiful by the way.