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Original Writing/ Song Fiction |
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By Aimee |
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email:
AIMEENDREW@aol.com |
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I'm Ok |
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Based on the Song "I'm Ok" by Christina Aguilera |
**Once upon a time there was a girl
In her early years she had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that she called home
Never knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm**
Tears slid softly down a delicate a face. Tears of Misery.
Tears of Pain. Tears of Fear. They fell from tragic eye’s.
Eye’s far older than their mere ten year’s. They marred a
child’s face. A face battered, bruised and torn. A face
etched in anguish. A face carved with hate. A face stripped
of innocence. A face void of hope. The face of a *lost*
soul....
**Hurt me to see the pain across my mother's face
Every time my father's fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling, I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon**
On a soft, warm, breezy, beautiful summer day a face peeked
out from under the frilly pink covered bed. A face Cowering.
A face Crumbling. A face Shrinking. A face Hiding. She could
hear the screams of her mother and she balled her fists over
her ears to block the sound but it wouldn’t stop, it would
never stop. She begged. She pleaded. She cried. She prayed.
She ranted. She raved but the sounds would never stop. They
echoed forever through her mind....
**Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother, for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake, I look back at yesterday
And I'm Ok**
She shivered, not from cold, from fear. Pure unadulterated
fear as she watched her father come
closer....closer....closer....the scream froze in her throat
as he raised his fist. A fist meant for her. Her mind raced.
Her mind reeled. She pushed herself back further into the
wall trying to disappear into the flowery pattern of the
wallpaper but nothing could stop his angry fist as it
connected with her soft flesh. Her small delicate head
slammed back into the wall and she saw stars...they were
pretty...concentrate on the stars she chanted in her
mind...concentrate on the pretty stars and the hurt might
disappear....
**I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've
built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echo of a broken child screaming please no more
Daddy don't you understand the damage you have done?
To you it's just a memory but for me it still lives on**
She sat alone on a park bench watching the other children
play. No one wanted to play with her. Look at her. Touch
her. She was different. She was tainted. She had no friends.
She had no life. She was nothing more than a shadow. A trick
of light. A blip on the screen. A nobody. It hurt. He heart
was shredded. Her mind screamed. She longed to be normal.
Have a normal life. Normal parents. Normal home. She longed
to be them but no amount of longing could change her
fate....
**Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
I still remember how you kept me so, so afraid
Strength is my mother, for all the love she gave
Every morning that I wake, I look back at yesterday**
Her mother held her tattered body in her trembling arms.
They had both been his target tonight. They had both paid
the price for his anger. They had both been on the wrong
side of his angry fists. She curled tighter into her
mother’s body. Trying to disappear. Praying for
nonexistence. Trying to escape. She couldn’t escape. He
would never let her escape. Not as long as she was
breathing. She shuddered and tears fell landing softly in
her mother’s lap as she prayed for death....
**It's not so easy to forget
All the marks you left along her neck
When I was thrown against old stairs
And everyday afraid to come home
In fear of what I might see next**
The memories crashed through her mind with such intensity
that her stomach roiled with nausea coming up to lay
uncomfortably in her throat and her legs wobbled. She
dropped to her knees over the soft dewy grass that covered
him. Her *father*. The word made her angry. Made her feel
dirty. She shook her head to clear the disturbing images.
The blood. The bruises. The crying. The fists. The angry
words. She looked down at the grass below and felt no
sorrow. No remorse. Only JUSTICE....
**Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love you gave
Every morning that I wake, I look back at yesterday
And I'm ok
Mmmm, I'm ok**
“You thought you could break me” she whispered looking down
at her fathers resting place “kill me, crush my spirit but
you didn’t” she pounded the ground “YOU DIDN’T” she said it
with conviction. She said it with pride “you only made me
stronger, made me fight harder” she looked at the polished
head stone “I made it daddy, I made it. You didn’t ruin me,
I’m ok” she got to her feet and took one last look at the
ground beneath her “I’m OK” she whispered before walking
away on steady legs.....she never looked back....
THE END.... |
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