Choking

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You choke on the words.
You hurt me.

Three simple words,
a confrontation that won’t come.
The fear-scab
comes off the child-grown-up-into-woman wound.
The mutilation, scarred over long enough  
that you had actually forgotten.
Again.
Impossible.

You needed to forget.
Until
mother-sister-blood
family rips it off again.
Their indifference,
your insignificance,
that’s what you need to forget
their command
over you.

They are the only ones
Wielding the control, able to make
you choke on the words.
You hurt me.

They don’t read.
They don’t come.
They don’t care.

You choke on the words
You hurt me.

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Published by Melody Harrison Hanson

I’m an overthinker and incessant seeker. I’m grateful for God’s grace. I write poetic thoughts and offer original photographs. I hope you will stay and read for a while. All photography and words are mine unless noted.

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4 thoughts on “Choking”

  1. It is so hard to say and so hard to hear but if we just spoke and listened how much emotionally healthier we would all be.

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  3. Family can heal or hurt the deepest, because we know where the weakest vulnerabilities are. Nothing more vulnerable than admitting that someone you care for hurt you, knowing that it will probably happen again without caring about the consequences.

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