Always

Always

A Poem by MomzillaNC
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Trigger Warning: themes of abuse I grew up in a house of secrets. Readers, you may have read my ongoing series about the secrets Mother kept. It was the rule: “Don’t tell family secrets."

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Abuse

Always  --  A Poem

Themes of survival in abuse

Always

Memories skitter and slither away, sliding into darkness that threatens to overwhelm…


My thoughts skitter away --always
my mind trying to protect me?
memories slither and slide --always
sinking back into darkness
defying the light of interrogation


Leaving me feeling trapped --always
Living with a skittering ickiness


Flashes of memory and shame --always
jolt like a shattering clap of thunder
Every instinct screams like lightning
“RETREAT” --run away --hide…
Tell someone. Tell who? There is no one.


Leaving me feeling trapped --always
Living with a skittering ickiness… sinking


Always… I wanted to say something
Words die in memories, slithering away
threatening to drag me back to darkness
I crave words of comfort-- always
desperately knowing I’m not to blame


Leaving me feeling trapped -- always
Living with a skittering ickiness… still


Never found words to comfort myself
was only ever given words to trap me
And slithering memories clinging --always
Words to protect them at my expense: 
“Don’t tell family secrets.” ALWAYS

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© 2026 MomzillaNC


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When children go through abuse, they are seldom able or willing to discuss what happened.
The secrets might stay locked away forever, but it surely has residual effect way past the years in which it happened.
This is hard to read without putting my fist through a wall.
j.

Posted 14 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

14 Hours Ago

Never apologize for poetry that evokes this kind of reaction. That is what really good poetry does.<.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

14 Hours Ago

In my avatar, that is me at ten days old.
I didn't have my beard or long hair then. Ha Ha.
MomzillaNC

14 Hours Ago

😔 Thank you



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I am so sorry for the family secrets that are forever in the corridors of your mind. This was painful to read, but you convey so well the torment. I hope writing helps you even if you are unable to discuss this with anyone. Sending you a virtual hug.
(( ))

Chris

Posted 11 Hours Ago


Hiiii Momzilla!!

I can only image what you went through and I'm sorry about what you went through. I can relate to being at s point of desperation and having that desire to ask for help but no one is there to do so. Thanks for sharing a good one.
Kady

Posted 14 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MomzillaNC

13 Hours Ago

Thank you, Kady
When children go through abuse, they are seldom able or willing to discuss what happened.
The secrets might stay locked away forever, but it surely has residual effect way past the years in which it happened.
This is hard to read without putting my fist through a wall.
j.

Posted 14 Hours Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

14 Hours Ago

Never apologize for poetry that evokes this kind of reaction. That is what really good poetry does.<.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

14 Hours Ago

In my avatar, that is me at ten days old.
I didn't have my beard or long hair then. Ha Ha.
MomzillaNC

14 Hours Ago

😔 Thank you

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