Daddy, Devil
I want to share the poem which broke my writing dry spell. I wasn’t even planning to write when this poem came to me. The words poured right out. It‘s not my best work, but it’s raw and warrants sharing. Quick back story, my father and I had a falling out. When my father is unhappy with me, he gives me the silent treatment. At the time I wrote Daddy, Devil he successfully ignored me for a month. It got to me. I felt hurt, upset and more importantly, I felt I was a bad daughter. As I was putting myself down, I realized I wasn’t bad at all. I’m human and I make mistakes. The latter does not qualify me for abuse. Daddy, Devil Sometimes my father is mean. Sometimes he breaks my heart. Sometimes he screams. Sometimes his words rip me apart. Sometimes our fights haunt my dreams. Sometimes I wish our time apart will give us a fresh start. Sometimes his silent treatments are too extreme. Sometimes his glares have more power than any black art. Sometimes I think his...