Frozen in FEAR, Once Again

The door SLAMMED

and, once again,

the young child

froze   

in

fear

not knowing

what would happen next,

anticipating

shouting, yelling,

penetrating reprimands,

a cold shoulder with frozen silence,

sharp eyes of disapproval,

permeating everywhere,

filling her heart with

overwhelming terror,

leaving no room

for love,

mistakes, accidents,

or immaturity,

always promising disapproval,

sporadic expressions of love,

and the hopelessness of

never being fully accepted,

as her little,

immature

self,

but rather

annihilated,

in spirit,

once

again.

Years later,

she didn’t know,

if the wind had

blown the door shut,

or a person had shut it,

accidentally loud,

without malice or ill intent,

but she froze,

out of habit,

accepting

the blame

and subsequent

shame,

as her own,

once

again,

until

her body began

to release those

old, old feelings,

turbulent, at times,

and, then, as a

cleansing

wave

washing

her soul.

Precious Linda, c.2013