Today part 1

I struggle with the word father.

It takes me back to a time I do not wish to remember.

I hear the word, I picture screaming, yelling, hitting.

I hear the word, I feel the fear of a teenage girl.

Instead of protection, connection, love.

The day he left I wished to never look back.

But today, and every year today

I see it, I hear it, I feel it

The word father robbing me of peace.

I won't think of you, today.