Traumatic Childhood Memory (Prose Poem)

rrodriguez

 

 

It was a night when my father was drunk

he wanted to kill us and our mother, because

although he was always a caring and loving man

and loved us very much, this night he had a machete

in hand and started lifting it and swinging it, again and again,

yelling madly with his face flushed red with rage

we never saw before or again.  We scampered to one of

the bedrooms screaming and too afraid to come out and look at him.  

Eventually the cops came and they calmed him down and

the traumatic memory buried itself deep in my mind forever.

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 14th, 2017 10:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm moving to other forms of poetry to explore other dimensions. This short prose poem is about an experience I've never shared with anybody except my wife. Writing has given me a way to regress into my past experiences. We cope we so much emotional baggage, so I want to open up and deal with it through writing. Thank you for reading this prose poem.
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 26
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  • Christina8

    Very good but so traumatic. I hope you found it cathartic writing about your past. There are so many of us that have deep traumas and maybe you writing this will help others share theirs. Thanks for sharing this deeply personal write!

  • FredPeyer

    An incident like this can traumatize a kid for life. I do hope it helped you to deal with this memory and hopefully to one day forget.

  • MendedFences27

    Such things can be remembered, and who knows maybe they should be, but such things are not who you now are. You have managed to survive and build a life of your own. It is today and tomorrow that you should cherish and devote all your thoughts to, only remembering when you choose to do so. Enjoy your life, live with love in your heart, and cope as best you can. The past is not you. You are R Rodriguez. God Bless. - Phil A.

  • rrodriguez

    Indeed! I heed to your words... Thank you.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very brave write, but it is what writing can do, in may ways it can release the demons in our minds so that we can move on in our lives.



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