Submerged.
Feeling as though my head is being held underwater
Fighting to be free
Fighting to stay alive
But the hold they have on me is unwavering
With each wave that comes
I am hit with a flood of memories
Father's heavy hand and cold tone as he says, "I don't love you."
Mother's blind eye and her constant lies
His pain, his suppressed anger, and the slap to the face I still feel today
The sadness and pity in your voice when you told me about her
And the heart-wrenching scream I let out when I drove away
Reliving each memory over and over again
Dying a little inside each time
I am released, I can finally breathe again
The waves have stopped crashing
And I am here
If only for a moment
I am still alive.
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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