Daniel's Youth part 1
A straining pain without voice.
Power abused, strength hidden, and love dashed.
Thoughts brewed, Violence hidden, Hate drawn, Vengeance begun.
Child thrown time and time again, Plans created and put into motions.
Parents struck, abusers seen, nothing done.
I was 6 when Child Protective services decided me being thrown about and given concussions was not enough of reason to force them to take lessons, go to therapy, or be arrested for child abuse or neglect. It was a 3 year court case that did very little.
Taking the blows, keeping my siblings safe.
Rage built, Hate boiled, Emotions blurred behind walls.
Growth stunted by intense stress, Mind blinded by Logic and love.
Consistent love repaid with strikes, shunning, shame, and sorrow.
Deep breaths hide horrid humor, dark deceptions of decapitated drone like depressed dictators.
Slipping between; shady fools, shameful slobs, sweet solicitors, and slow shut ins.
I hid my emotions deep inside, taking the brunt of the abuse and hate to make sure my siblings didn't have to deal with the agony and pain from our foul paternal figure. He fouled as a parent, flopped as a father, and dropped like a stone as a dad. I still love them all, even while wishing and hating the actions taken against myself and my siblings.