Tag: parents

My bedroom is at the end of the second floor hallway.

Right above the living room 

and Mom and Dad’s bedroom.

I hear fights my siblings don’t – 

or at least don’t tell me.

A hard thing to bring to a game of H-O-R-S-E.

On the nights there are fights, 

I never feel more alone in this full house.

Sinking through the empty blackness of my room.

Drowning in the fury 

and the screaming 

and my pillow.

Desperate for it to stop, 

or for me to find the courage to make him stop.

Picturing the nearest item 

that will offer the hardest blow.

A cane from the stand, 

just down the stairs, 

and through the door below.

… If I hear it once more…

But I never find the courage, 

just anger and confusion,

and early recognition 

of a marriage that malfunctions.

Making monsters in the madness 

and words into weapons.

And me into a quivering mess 

under my blankets 

in the dark of my room.

Praying for it to stop, 

or me to sleep.