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Poisoned Arrows (poem)

Poisoned Arrows 

This arrow is meant to hurt

This arrow is meant to control

This arrow is a warning shot:

Don’t be yourself,

Or you’re disowned.

That arrow broke my spirit

That arrow broke my soul

That arrow tore me into pieces,

I couldn’t control.

Your arrow hurts

Your arrow shuns

Your arrow knows

Where to aim itself

For maxium pain.

Family arrows carved

From rigid abuse

Poison arrows dipped

In silent scripture

No one must know.

This wound will heal

That wound remains

In that wound I carry

My hope for your pain.

Family arrows –

Poisoned ones --

Meant to control.

When will the last arrow

Strike without harm?

When will the family

Chose to disarm?

by Brenda G. Yuen

NOTE: A poem borne out of family dysfunction, abuse and pain.  Hopefully there's release & understanding for others living with families like mine.

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