Poisoned Arrows
This arrow is meant to hurt
This arrow is meant to control
This arrow is a warning shot:
Don’t be yourself,
Or you’re disowned.
That arrow broke my spirit
That arrow broke my soul
That arrow tore me into pieces,
I couldn’t control.
Your arrow hurts
Your arrow shuns
Your arrow knows
Where to aim itself
For maxium pain.
Family arrows carved
From rigid abuse
Poison arrows dipped
In silent scripture
No one must know.
This wound will heal
That wound remains
In that wound I carry
My hope for your pain.
Family arrows –
Poisoned ones --
Meant to control.
When will the last arrow
Strike without harm?
When will the family
Chose to disarm?
by Brenda G. Yuen
NOTE: A poem borne out of family dysfunction, abuse and pain. Hopefully there's release & understanding for others living with families like mine.
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