Spare The Rod

Have you ever been abused by someone who claimed to do it for your good ? Do you know someone who has been ? Make him read this  . Make her understand , she is not alone .

I sit in the corner of the room ,
As I watch you pick up that half broken broom .
Instantaneously I am filled with trepidation ,
As I begin to have recollections ,
Of the previous times ,
When I committed all those so called crimes .

You advance towards me brandishing  ,
That half broken broom .
With each half step that you take ,
Oh you look so threatening .

The whacking sound which that broken handle makes
When it kisses my soft skin , even as I fake
My indifferent expression , makes me wince on the inside
Causes tides
Of pain to rise on the surface of my bag of bones ,
All the while as it makes deep gashes in my heart .

You say that each time you hurt me .
You are also pained  ,
But it is to ensure my gains ,
By the lesson that you teach me through you broken broom
That you cause me these pains ,

I ask you something ,
If you worry so much about me ,
Why can't you pay heed to my tries ,
my cries ?
That shout out loud ,

"Spare the rod ."