I remember the terror I felt on those nights without electricity.
My mom made us shit ourselves, talking about the devil on the loose until Sunday, when God returns.
Not a fly had buzzed since Thursday at 3:00.
Especially when you reach that age when you're aware of death and more afraid of the death of my family than of your own.
That fear of punishment for acts of one's own impulse that makes us human makes me think the rules aren't from here.
Many things aren't from here.
Those dreams praying that the voice doesn't fulfill its promises of misfortune and voracity for my innocent soul.
We all have faith.(Fe)
Some have iron in their blood.
Others have an iron around their waist.
More so, we believe in the magic of dreaming than Mom was wrong.
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Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Memories of misery and nightmares.
- Category: Children
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Memories like these are always deep engraved .. good one
Sometimes I think these are the only real moments of my life. Thank you so much for stopping by to share.
It is too bad that parents transmit their own fears to their children. A traumatic poem
Forgiveness and understanding were the only things that taught me how to heal. I share your thoughts. Thanks for stopping by.
A write that to many parents are guilty off, often without realising they have done it. Children have enough to cope with without having to deal with their parent's fears as well, well written and expressed
Well, I am very moved by your words, sir. Thank you for stopping by to comment and leave your good wishes.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
I'm so glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by to share it.
You're welcome
Hard to completely unlearn what one has been taught, no matter how damaging it may be. Parents, being human, certainly can be purveyors of ill ideas as well as good ones. Navigating which are which can be extremely difficult and often found out through suffering the consequences. But, when those ideas are attached to eternal things...
Well done on this poem, my friend. It speaks truth for many. 👏🌹
Wow, what a profound analysis! Thank you so much for sharing it. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I didn't know my humble text could generate so many ideas. Thanks for reading.
You are most welcome! Looking forward to reading more!
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