He Throws His Weight Around
Just like my father.
The random-fire man I hid from all those years
is my bully king again.
His thunder precedes the lightning,
my nerves electric, frying out.
Any peace I had is shattered now.
My collection of shards
wrapped tight inside my skin
hold me rigid.
Hug my edges as he rises
Hold on tight
He’s loose again
He’s kicking air
He’s punching doors
His bones are leaden
And he throws his weight around
Breaking everything
and every quiet breath
and every deserved feeling of peace,
he knocks violently from my soul.
My life was only circles
I never figured out
my way out
and here I am again.
-kara