Cycle Broken

I was always told

I couldn't do anything right

I wish I could have found a way

To have disappeared into the night

The beatings would come whenever

He'd been drinking at the bar

I'm surprised that what he hit me with

Had never left a scar

Looking back I partially understand

It was all about discipline

I know if I hadn't had it

I wouldn't be where I am

When he passed away

I never shed one tear

It wasn't out of meanness

It was more out of fear

For I believed if he heard me crying

His thundering hand would fall from the sky

Once again I'd feel the pain

That's why I didn't cry

My tears for him never fell

For that I have no regrets

I think back now and then

It's the pain not him I can't forget

I vowed when I had children

I'd never do what he had done

I never forgot that vow

And never raised a hand to hit my son

(c) 3-6-2020

9-10-2026/RjH