Hideaway

Ky

Thinking hard enough,

I can see it-

I can smell the old plastic Halloween

costumes,

folded quilts

that had not gifted anyone

warmth in years.

I remember

stomping through and over clutter-

board games used by a family

that I did not recognize anymore.

A photograph printed on a canvas,

bigger than life when you are only thirteen years

old,

that same family

sat smiling.

A small room, no windows,

one door,

meant to hide from the danger of tornadoes,

hurricanes,

inexplicable natural disasters.

It did its job-

I crouched in the corner

behind boxes of knick-knacks.

The “heart of the home,” the realtor had

called it.

But even from here, I could hear

his thunderous voice booming.

 

Eighteen years, not once did I have to use that room

to hide from the wrath of nature.

But four tan,

cold

walls

proved to protect me from the wrath of you.

  • Author: Ky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2016 15:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME KYM ~Thanks for your first poem ~ well penned but full of pathos. I remember when I was Young (in the 1990's) hiding from fantasies and also hiding from certain people. I survived those who would hurt and molest me and there are only memories and no lasting damage. But i do know it's much worse for some and especially Girls. Thanks for sharing i hope you found it cathartic ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)

  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    This was very well written and I love the way that you take the reader to the place you are speaking of....and I assume this comes from a personal experience, correct? anyway...I enjoyed it and look forward to more

  • Tony36

    Awesome write

  • Jeff

    Very well written...an excellent job here

    • Ky

      thank you very much



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