the fist that never fell.
By jodeanna
You burnt your
hand while reaching
for my stars.
I
remember, vividly,
the way you bellowed
and curled your fingers
into angry, pulsing fists.
I cowered, ever fearful,
while
you ranted madly
about how you were deceived
by my pretty
words.
Your arms gestured
wildly as you bellowed
like
a buffalo, spit
flinging from your lips.
Your bloodshot
eyes
were like egg shells
with rivulets of blood
forming
faultlines.
I held my breath,
waiting for the
inevitable
blow to
fall hard upon me.
It never came..
Instead
you fell to
your aging knees and
embraced me, weeping.
It was hard to ignore
the way that your
body shook
with the
violence of your sobbing
Or even the way
that your beard roughly
scraped against my
exposed shoulderblades.
To be fully honest,
my opinion of you
changed
that night.
I no longer feared you.
I pitied you,
and let me tell you,
pity isn't nearly as
strong as fear.
Author's Note:
I may take off the last two stanzas. I'm not sure yet.Awards
Comments on "the fist that never fell."
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On Sunday, May 8, 2016, carlosjackal
(3016) wrote:
Powerful, powerful write....And those 2 stanzas finish the piece perfectly.
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A former member wrote:
Great write! I love how you compared the bloodshot eyes with cracked egg shells...And the way the fear turned to pity...I love it
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On Friday, June 29, 2012, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...the final stanza also indicates a loss of respect & seems to predict that the abused will no longer be a victim...
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A former member wrote:
such a powerful message, it really comes together at the end there . beautiful work, dont change a thing...this is so far my favourite poem on DP