In Fear I Tread So Softly Through Each Day
In Fear I Tread So Softly Through Each Day
Taking detours between the classrooms.
Every day.
Tiptoeing.
Turning away from half empty bottles.
Pretending not to see you, mother.
Tiptoeing by again.
Sneaking pass the couch trying to avoid
one more set of bruises.
Tiptoeing silently.
I deafen my ears to his cry, passing his
bedroom door.
Tiptoeing.
I close my eyes to the scarlet pattern
in the sink he forgot to clean.
I’m tiptoeing away, brother.
With tears down my face I silently
lock myself in my room.
I have walked on eggshells yet one more day.
So afraid.
I am tiptoeing through life.
Copyright © 2007
Taking detours between the classrooms.
Every day.
Tiptoeing.
Turning away from half empty bottles.
Pretending not to see you, mother.
Tiptoeing by again.
Sneaking pass the couch trying to avoid
one more set of bruises.
Tiptoeing silently.
I deafen my ears to his cry, passing his
bedroom door.
Tiptoeing.
I close my eyes to the scarlet pattern
in the sink he forgot to clean.
I’m tiptoeing away, brother.
With tears down my face I silently
lock myself in my room.
I have walked on eggshells yet one more day.
So afraid.
I am tiptoeing through life.
Copyright © 2007
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I have other poems* that are written in a similar kind of style. So I have decided to link them together and make them a collection or a series. They are supposed to be snapshots of the lives of two best friends. And to make it easier for everyone to tell the two of them apart I’m going to call the two friends Dante and Virgil. This particular poem is a Dante snapshot.*And I know it’s blunt but whatever
* “God help those who help themselves”
*ATTENTION! Just take it already.
* I’ve Had it With Your Hypocrisy
*High School