Journal prompt entry...Examine your childhood.
"Examine your childhood. Were you playing outside as the tunes of your mother`s melodious voice enveloped you? Did you grow up wealthy? Poor? Did you yearn for the beach as you lived in the desert? Or was everything just right?"
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Momma, did your hand sting like my cheek when you slapped me? When you threatened to put me in an orphanage because I cried too much, were you
serious? When you put the gun in my hands and pressed against your stomach, begging me to shoot, did it ever occur to you that I might...or that it could happen by accident? What went through your mind as you said the most hurtful and cruel things you could have possibly said all those years? Were you aware of what you were doing? Or were you in some place where you
didn't realize what you were doing? When you told me not to come to your funeral, or even send flowers, were you just saying that to make me plead for your love? The times you humiliated me and used me and crushed me, what did you feel? Did it hurt you to know you were doing it? Or did it feel good to you? Do you realize that at the young age of 11 I understood the concept of a broken spirit? Where are you now? Are you aware? Does it matter now? Do you see that my vow to not be like my mother has been successful?
Just some free writing on the prompt. I guess this one hit home, because these are things I've been tossing around in my head and in my paper journal lately. So....sorry this was a bummer, but for it me was a release, so thank you! :)
As always, everyone is welcome to post a comment. :)
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Momma, did your hand sting like my cheek when you slapped me? When you threatened to put me in an orphanage because I cried too much, were you
serious? When you put the gun in my hands and pressed against your stomach, begging me to shoot, did it ever occur to you that I might...or that it could happen by accident? What went through your mind as you said the most hurtful and cruel things you could have possibly said all those years? Were you aware of what you were doing? Or were you in some place where you
didn't realize what you were doing? When you told me not to come to your funeral, or even send flowers, were you just saying that to make me plead for your love? The times you humiliated me and used me and crushed me, what did you feel? Did it hurt you to know you were doing it? Or did it feel good to you? Do you realize that at the young age of 11 I understood the concept of a broken spirit? Where are you now? Are you aware? Does it matter now? Do you see that my vow to not be like my mother has been successful?
Just some free writing on the prompt. I guess this one hit home, because these are things I've been tossing around in my head and in my paper journal lately. So....sorry this was a bummer, but for it me was a release, so thank you! :)
As always, everyone is welcome to post a comment. :)