Iron Sword (trigger warning- abuse)
The pungent froth of evening tide
caressed my weary toes
as golden sands of Surya's Pride
chafed restlessly below.
Soft footprints, fleeting, ebbed away,
dispatching mid-life strife,
alongside revelers that sang
a happy birthday rhyme.
Balloons on strings trailed merrily
behind the boist'rous girls,
whose cake-smeared smiles' ecstasy
outshone their baby pearls.
My green-eyed gaze burned through the crowd,
o'er presents piled high,
when sirens screeched like hawks on scout
within my wounded mind.
'Pon rubber legs besmote by wind,
compelled, I crossed the beach,
his scent exhumed from mem'ries dimmed
by time's succ'ring concrete.
My dinner roiled up my throat
and ghostly pain stabbed deep
as children blindly stood too close
to vice disguised as meek.
Fresh waves of filth crashed through my veins,
then streaked down crimson cheeks,
betraying the enduring shame
I earned when /I/ was three.
'Oh, Papa, come. You play with us,'
a guileless pixie begged;
her trusting dimples froze my pulse
and turned my vision red.
Resolved to save that precious soul
from deviant abuse,
I closed moist lids to wrest control
and bind the trauma bruise.
Between the space of heartbeats' whoosh,
revenge played out the scene
I'd dreamt of since I'd understood
the wrong he'd done to me:
~I melt his bloody, iron sword
right off its tarnished hilt,
then quench it in the ocean's roar
and watch him writhe with guilt.~
Profound regret blew through my lips
in lieu of vi'lent deeds
and fantasy was fast eclipsed
when opened eyes revealed
a withered monster, long past prime,
who paused and held my stare-
his look contrite for heinous crimes,
it pled for me to spare.
Protectiveness at war with hope,
like mountain trees fight storms,
I slid my finger 'cross my throat-
a gesture to forewarn.
The solace that my silence lent
eased furrows on his brow-
a conscience firmly on the mend
while /my/ hell was aroused.
Yet, as they passed, the blazing sun
was quenched by turquoise waves
and to forgiveness I succumbed
as moonlight took its place.
*critical feedback desired*