• Standing grey and tall
    Against this bright res brick wall
    It pauses my falling
    Falling out of my skin
    But my spirit seeps through the cracked cement
    Out onto the dew draped grass
    And it glistens in the rosy morning orb
    Gathering and stacking like Lego blocks
    Multi colored pigments forming
    Sculpting into a human shape
    Walking towards that oak swing
    I remember so clearly
    That swing was my ticket to heaven
    Away from this dirty neighborhood
    Coated in dust and mud
    Run down and abandoned
    We’re almost similar in that way
    A small two floor structure
    The shade of a robin’s egg
    I use to call that place my home
    Home sweet home it never was
    Wall’s innocent eyes saw what I endured
    Whipped by the metallic sound of a leather belt
    My tears streaming down on the wooden floors
    Floorboards that were sisters to my swing
    Yet their symbolization so ironically diverse
    One brought me the joys of a nine year old girl
    Giggles ringing like silver bells
    Into the mist that gradually perspire
    While the floor’s grains are imprinted
    The footprints I took to escape his weapon
    Cracked and chipped away
    Dented by my shoulders so many occasions
    From trying to flee
    The coward I was long ago
    But now I’ve been liberated
    Yet I revisit
    To the maltreatment I suffered
    Forever scarred into the tissue of my brain
    How can I forget my own Holocaust?
    Being abused by my own father