Had a dream of my abuser
He placed sexual photos on a wall
where children would see
Told him to take them down
told him I’d hurt him
he said he knew that
-M. Taggart
Tag: Abuse
poem
so much of the pain
came long after
the memory was planted
and that’s the reality
of childhood
-M. Taggart
Poem
Every footstep,
causing dishes to clang,
reminds him of his failure.
-M. Taggart
run
poem
I remember the shower had mushrooms
growing on the wall
Much of the ceramic was busted
The water fed them
I was young
Sometimes
I ran across the street
and hid in the ravine
it was better than
being at the house
Mushrooms grow
things grow
-M. Taggart
Truth
My voice is louder than most, because I write it down, not because I shout.
-M. Taggart
poem
When a stranger looks back
The mirror is showing truth-
look again all you want
-M. Taggart
poem- new desk.
My fingers are strong,
so I think I’ll type a bit more.
Set up my new desk this evening.
Having scotch to celebrate.
Blue Label.
The old desk was tied
to my abuse.
Told myself it was OK.
How many years did I write on that?
How many rain drops fell.
Life is what we make it.
Unless you’re a child without a choice.
-M. Taggart
poem-
I’m disappointed in you.
Raising your fist,
in front of a child.
When the time is right,
I’ll tell you this to your face.
As I told you exactly what I thought
that night-
There’s no excuse for abuse, old man.
How’s your shame feel?
If you read things correctly-
Not your strongest characteristic-
You saw the disappointment
in my eyes, as you threatened to hit me
while your hand clenched my shirt,
fist back and raised.
I stared you down.
Coward.
I never raised my hands.
No need to.
No Grandfather should act this way
in front of a three year old.
And no father should put his finger
in the face of his daughter
and Yell, “Shut the Fuck up.”
That was the moment
you lost the entire narcissistic game you put into place.
Can’t bully a man like me.
I look forward to our next meeting.
I look forward to what I’ll say.
See, while in jail, I was told,
“Use your words.”
Seems to me you should chase wisdom’s tail.
Seems to me you never knew who you were, or are;
facades until completion won’t amount to truth.
I’ve had a lifetime of hardships.
I’m Not a follower.
Told you this.
You didn’t listen.
A narcissist never does.
-M. Taggart
They say to not call a narcissist out. I disagree. I did. And I will continue to. Their rage is that of a five year old child. Small. Weak. I’m a narcissists worst nightmare.
Odd Walking Thoughts – between
No, I’m fine, just don’t be like how I was today. The boy looked in the pool of water he’d been stepping in. He lifted his boot from the water and watched the rings form and push outwards, “No! Outward!” His father slammed the door. The boy smashed hit boot into the ringlets with no face. A space fell between them all.
-M. Taggart
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