Broken Mirror

Expanded and edited version of my poetic response to, Momzila's poem, "Walking". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MomzillaNC/1408780/#comment-3577594

For a moment
Cast aside
Into the corrosive
Hall of memories.

Where

I sought

The shadows.

Trying not

To draw

Any attention

Towards myself.

Only to fail

Miserably

Much to my distraught.

Reliving a life
So far away
From my present
Reality.

Almost seem
Like a horror story
Give the kiss
Of life.

Finding myself
Falling ever deeper
Into this quagmire
We call
Childhood.

Of the fists

And boots

Which landed

Like rain

Upon my body.

Nary

A reaction

From anybody.

Except

A lil' talk-to

And a tiny slap

Upon the wrists

From the authorities.

Finding refuge

By transferring away

To another high school

Down the road.

Where 

No one knows me

Or cares

About my abusive past.

Just seeing me

As another student

Struggling to

Make the grade

And move on.

While offering

A gentle shoulder

To cry upon.

Should it

Be needed.