A Girl Afraid

I’m often haunted
By the look on my daughter’s face
After I’ve exploded
The salt from her tears tracks her cheeks
Her apology dribbles out of her lips
She shakes with the fear
Saved for a girl afraid of losing
Her father’s love
She slinks towards me, arms outheld
Wishing only that her Dad would comfort her
This time,
How strong is my desire
To break the curse?

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3 thoughts on “A Girl Afraid

    • What I had in mind in the last two lines was anger as a generational curse. Sometimes I have the wherewithal to realize I don’t want to treat my daughter the way I was treated; sometimes I see red and I continue the cycle.

      Thanks for reading and caring enough to ask. I’m reading your stuff right now.

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