Father of Fear
The wind whips the windows and howels in fury.
I'm making plans to get out of this house in a hurry
I can't leave my sister, and there is no where to go
The feelings of anxiety have reached a plateau.
I lock the door, and run to the kitchen.
I grabbed a knife and lost all ambition.
I curled in the corner while the thunder cackled.
Fear permanently plastered on my face, as though it had been spackled.
Four hours to go, and no end in sight.
I didn't know if we would make it through this night.
The words manhunt thrown around the next day on the news,
But I had lost all hope of understanding these social cues.
The school counselor says that this isn't normal.
She said those words with such a sting, like she thought I was immortal.
I know he is a horrible person, but what does that have to do with me?
I'm coping the best I can, just leave me be.
I'm making plans to get out of this house in a hurry
I can't leave my sister, and there is no where to go
The feelings of anxiety have reached a plateau.
I lock the door, and run to the kitchen.
I grabbed a knife and lost all ambition.
I curled in the corner while the thunder cackled.
Fear permanently plastered on my face, as though it had been spackled.
Four hours to go, and no end in sight.
I didn't know if we would make it through this night.
The words manhunt thrown around the next day on the news,
But I had lost all hope of understanding these social cues.
The school counselor says that this isn't normal.
She said those words with such a sting, like she thought I was immortal.
I know he is a horrible person, but what does that have to do with me?
I'm coping the best I can, just leave me be.
Key Words : Kidnapping, Father, Abuse, Emotional, Coping, Fear, rhyme
This Poems Story
This poem is about how I felt when my father had kidnapped his ex girlfriend, and there was a manhunt for them. I got a call from my aunt who asked if my mom was home. She wasn\'t going to be home until 12am, because she worked the 2nd shift at a hospital. I was only 16, and I was babysitting my 5 year old sister with ASD. My aunt had told me to lock the doors because he might come for me too. I ended up needing a police escort and had mandatory school counseling. I didn\'t connect with my counselor and all the coping I had been doing fell apart with her words. I spiraled into a depression until he was caught.
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