Posted: Jan 4, 08 6:52am
OK guys, this is as naked as I can get. I picked the scabs, left the festering sores wide open. The demons are loose! Critiques are needed and welcome.
Wounds and scars, why so many?
Maybe because I never once remember being held or cuddled. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, it’s probably just my bad memory.
I doubt it was because I had moved 5 times by the time I was 5, living in a shack. Three rooms, using two, cause the roof was on the floor of the third. We didn’t have our own well, but we did have the outhouse 6 feet from the cemetery fence. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, didn’t I say we had a roof over two rooms.
It couldn’t be because I was standing between my parents trying to push them apart as they fought. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, they were hitting each other, not me.
Might it be the divorce from the crazy man that fathered me. Well only crazy if you consider getting drunk, taking off a boot and knocking out every light bulb in the place. Or kicking my pregnant Mother in the stomach so that my sister had to have her guts put back in as soon as she was born. No that shouldn’t leave a scar, we were good to be rid of him.
I can’t imagine it was the stress of eight more moves between 5 and 11. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, lots of kids have stress.
Inconceivable it was from the baby sitters sister, who happened to be a total stranger, standing over me with a belt and saying, you will tie those shoes. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, all little kids have to learn to tie their own shoes.
Perhaps from the isolation brought on by going to five different grade schools. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, I just have a difficult time making friends.
It’s not likely it was my mom’s second marriage that lasted six months. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar. 6 months isn’t long enough to leave a scar.
Probably not an innocent question when I was 8, and my Mothers response was “If I thought you would grow up to be like your Father, I would just go ahead and kill you now!" No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, we all know he was a bastard.
Can't be the third marriage, when I was 11. Hell, I was finally like everyone else, I had a guy I could call Dad. Of course then I didn’t know how sick he was, touching my sister, and my little brother too. No, that shouldn’t leave a scar, he never touched me, only asked to look at my penis.
It could not possibly be an uncaring Mother that raised an emotional cripple. No that shouldn’t leave a scar, it’s impossible to scar someone without emotions isn’t it?
Wounds on top of wounds, scars on top of scars, why so many?
