Talk to the hand

Talk to the hand the face ain’t listening . Don’t get that close to me I can see the tiny hairs on your neck bristling! Screaming at me like that is just so pointless I have done nothing wrong so why cause me so much distress.

I know every time I open my mouth I say something wrong and then the whole day goes south. Why is it you loose your temper with me when I am trying so hard to please you , any one can see.

Talk to the hand the face does not care. I try so hard to do things right,it just is not fair. I have been doing these things for many a year but since you’ve needed to take over at all my efforts you jeer.Yet you can’t understand why I take comfort and strength from being in here!

I do understand how hard you have worked over the years, now you have had to take  me on too. Just because I can’t do as much  why make me feel a jerk. There is no need to raise your voice I am neither stupid or deaf yes I know I can’t do all things, so don’t take away the things I have left.

Talk to the hand the face has gone out ,I am sorry but I can no longer react when you scream and shout. It is pointless me doing things, when however hard I try they just are not right for you and that makes me cry. I have known you so long but still you are a mystery to me that just can’t be right, really, how can it be?

I try my hardest not to say stupid or inappropriate things I watch my words because your anger, my heart stings.I really don’t mean to, I really do try but  I just open my mouth and out   it all will fly. If only I could just eat my words but sadly once out, they are all over heard.

Talk to the hand the face wants to pass  I spend all of my life walking on broken glass. I have tried to be mediator between the kids and you  because you expect such high standards in all they say or do.Fathers and sons are not easy to handle why can’t you just relax and stop putting our relationships through the mangle.

7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. fallenelegy
    Sep 17, 2011 @ 05:54:46

    amazing writing. the hand is there to cover our faces, to hide our emotions. our sadness our surprise our emptiness equally gets covered by our hands. it was brilliant of you to use that as a topic for a deeper discussion about relationships. how hard we try to keep our relationships intact. we are ready to go any length and take any measure. your writing emphasized that raw reality, how much we cling to our relationships and it offers a glimpse of impending pain, if the relationship breaks.
    wonderful piece of writing as you are ever capable of. keep going strong. 🙂

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  2. willowdot21
    Sep 17, 2011 @ 07:17:58

    Thank you I struggled to get what I wanted to say onto the screen , thankfully you understood the meaning.

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  3. vampireweather
    Sep 17, 2011 @ 07:57:58

    This whole scenario is so vivid through your words. I feel like I have seen this scene play out before somewhere. I get a distinct sense of the furrowed brows, distressed eyes, and broken words of people who love each other somewhere down deep, but are failing to surface that magic. I hurt for the contrasts of deep appreciation and bitter resentment welling up inside the same sentence. How the years do wear on us and peel our paint. How often have I exited the scene after a discussion and asked myself “why did I say that? I could have handled that better”. And so much of it is expectations that have shifted. As we believe and think, so we act and react. What a painfully true picture you have painted here. A pertinent struggle that begs the question “what will we do better next time?” thank you for sharing. I can relate well

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  4. penpusherpen
    Sep 17, 2011 @ 13:01:55

    So many times,Willow, when it’s much too late, we look back and wish some things unsaid. But then again, why should we feel this way, as you put so well, ‘as if walking on broken glass?’ …. It’s often best to get the words out into the open, for suppressing feelings can have just as much damaging repercussions. So many relationships are damaged by one partner having the upper hand, (no pun intended) … until suddenly realisation dawns and the only way forward … is out.., and freedom from verbal assault. (this brings back memories of my own mother, protecting us kids from a violent father, which subsequently brought about their divorce… ) .. Emotional and fantastic read my friend. xPenx

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    • willowdot21
      Sep 18, 2011 @ 09:15:32

      Life is cruel , relationships can make or brake us all. I am so glad your mother made the right decision a very hard one to make with all the repercussions. It is not always the physical upper hand that scars so deeply but often the mental abuse it cannot be escaped it stays with you for ever. Thank you for reading and understanding.

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  5. poetofmidnight
    Sep 17, 2011 @ 20:51:42

    The rhythem of you poem is nice and steady. It flowed gracefully, yet the poem did exhibit the pain of seeing a relationship die. Your words print the images and the emotions in both mind and soul.

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