A woman's life, experiences, and the way she resolved her troubles. |
The foundation of my sorrow
Was laid in distant years. A lonely child, a frightened girl, A shy teen, a desperate woman – All are me or once were me. My father was a rough man, Cruel and harsh with me. His hands were hard and brutal. He pinched my tender flesh And probed my private parts. My mother had no courage But I could not condemn her. I know she also feared him And obeyed all his commands. My brother was a hunter. He prowled along my path. He slipped into my bedroom And showed me all his wrath. Why be different from my father Is what he said to me. Desperate to escape, I searched until I found A man I knew would keep me safe. At seventeen, I ran away and moved Into his house. A place of safety, So I thought, but it was not to be. Two sons I bore him, between the beatings, And I often cried myself to sleep. I hoped he would not hear. He broke my ribs. He bruised my mouth. He raised his sons to be like him. Thus one day, I took my life into my trembling hands and I simply walked away. Without a backward look, I left them all behind. They were all so cruel to me, mother, father, Husband, sons. I left them in my wake As I fled across the country and prayed My husband would not pursue me. Why would he care, I wondered As I ran so far so fast. In Salt Lake City, I settled down For a time in a homeless place. I changed my name, built an identity, Learned some skills and found a job. Still frightened, I jumped at sudden sounds. Day by day, I began to make my way. I won’t go back. I’m here to stay. This small quiet corner of the world Is all I want from life. I walk alone. I sleep alone. I’ll take no risks with life. The years have passed. My heart Has healed. I no longer jump in fear. It seems, at last, I’m happy or so I seem to be. In this restrained and meager life, I face the world without a tear And hold my soul intact. |