Dust

In the silence little mouse could hear heart beating

Terrified she hid by the cabinet in the dark with the seconds fleeting.

She held her breath hoping against hope that she was magically invisible

Unseen to the human eye but she knew there was no hiding from the inevitable .

His figure was standing in the door now looking straight at her now, fear bites.

He is shouting  now,pulling her up to her feet! Pressure  on her wrists, pushing her fear to new heights.

“What is this , what is this” he screams his eyes bulging his mouth wide, nostrils flaring.

Running his finger along the glass shelf “Dust, dust” shoving a dusty finger toward her, scaring

Her witless, she finds it hard to breath. He pushes her towards the cabinet with the dirty shelf.

It is three in the morning  and she is so tired the little ones had run her ragged all day

The house work and cooking , his returning home late to find her tired, not wanting to play.

“What the hell do you do all day” he was shaking her now she did not know what to say.

Tears stung her eyes as she fought to hold them back , suddenly she dropped a glass…….. it broke with a crack.

There it was all in the eyes.  Little mouse  froze to say something now would be unwise.

“Clear up that glass then get those shelves dusted and while your at it make sure nothing else gets busted.”

Little mouse knew not to argue, even though she was tired , she wanted sleep but she obediently dusted.

A little relieved she watched him go back to bed , his words of her short falls all ringing in her head.

An hour later she crept up the stairs, checked on the babies all asleep, happily unaware. Gently and silently she slid into bed.

Peace, then the gift of sleep drifters into her head,tomorrow it will all start again and that thought alone fills her with dread.

45 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. andy1076
    May 08, 2013 @ 15:27:03

    Sadly, this is the case more than often in today’s society. Bliss to pain, joy to tears. It’s the innocent ones though that hurt the most.

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  2. penpusherpen
    May 08, 2013 @ 15:31:30

    I so want hug Little Mouse, Sweet Willow, but hugs won’t heal the hurt and pain and fear.. (and children still hear, we did… and I still grow quiet when I hear a loud, angry drunken voice…and shake) … so well written my friend… ever so well.. Hugs aplenty, always Penxx

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    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2013 @ 15:43:06

      I know children hear Pen, it saddens me. I believe that Mental Abuse is worse than physical as abhorrent as that is! The scars in mental abuse are deeper and they never heal. It is also better hidden , it is turned round on the abused and they like those physically abused believe it is all their own fault! Hugs eternal to you. xx

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  3. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
    May 08, 2013 @ 15:48:12

    words are scars that seem to never heal….there is no physical mark to show how deep…..but it is very visible in eyes…for it scars the soul ..
    Willow you have beautifully written on such a sad subject…full of quiet emotion runs through this
    Take Care…
    )0(
    ladyblue

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    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2013 @ 15:53:08

      Thank you , it is a sad subject close to my heart! I hate controllers and bullies I always hope that they will get their just desserts! Thank you for reading.xx

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  4. aprobertsstories
    May 08, 2013 @ 16:02:18

    This poem is so powerful in its emotions. I love how well it’s written but wish that these things didn’t happen to people.

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    • willowdot21
      May 08, 2013 @ 16:06:26

      So do I , I really do but sadly they do. We cannot close our eyes and pretend they do not happen. I wish I could wipe all the bullies and control freaks off of this earth. But I can’t all I can do is bring it to peoples attentions.I am grateful that you read and replied. 😉 xx

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      • aprobertsstories
        May 08, 2013 @ 16:13:09

        Unfortunately a lot of people who are abused make up excuses for the abuse. Until they want out, they’ll always go back. I’ve seen it happen to friends and family. It’s heartbreaking.

        If you want to help more, I suggest finding a Woman’s Shelter. They usually need packs for families with things like toothbrushes, soap, and other things like that.

      • willowdot21
        May 08, 2013 @ 16:25:03

        Yes that is a good idea and books and toys for the children. Sadly those who are abused become dependent almost addicted to their abusers. It is hard to brake the cycle when you are afraid and you are told you are useless and stupid.

  5. Eric Alagan
    May 08, 2013 @ 23:41:29

    This is terrible – I meant the theme of abuse within a marriage – though it is so well written and lays bare the raw emotions. As a father of two girls, I want to step on the tail of that fat rotten cat.

    Peace, Eric

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    • willowdot21
      May 09, 2013 @ 12:07:52

      Yes it is a horrible theme but it goes on and often no one knows…. it is hidden and even men fall foul of this marital abuse. It is so sad , so hard to escape from so hard to face up and ask for help.xxx

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  6. writingthebody
    May 09, 2013 @ 01:04:59

    I can only agree with everything written here. I hate bullying. It is so common, and it amazes me that people think they have the right to justify it, let alone do it. It is, as everyone has said, all too common. Your story captures that shaking inside feeling that happens when you are terrified….shattered emotions for an entire night, and wondering when it will happen again. Little mouse needs to leave that house, and find a better, nicer home where her little ones are safe.

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    • willowdot21
      May 09, 2013 @ 12:05:52

      Yes you are right she should walk but she was trapped, unsure and frightened, she honestly believed that she was not able or capable of looking after herself let alone her little ones. Tell someone enough that they are stupid and useless and they will believe it!

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      • writingthebody
        May 09, 2013 @ 12:08:04

        It sounds like it is someone close to you….I am so sorry, I mean, even as a man…just sorry.

      • willowdot21
        May 09, 2013 @ 12:35:39

        Luckily it is in the past and time has moved on. You need feel no shame because you are a man, as long as you are not a bully you have nothing to feel ashamed of . Just be a kind man. XX

      • writingthebody
        May 09, 2013 @ 12:43:50

        Thank you for that, but it is strange how what some men do still seems to implicate all….or at least that is how it feels to me. No I am not a bully, never have done that, never have been that….just a source of sorrow, bullying.

      • willowdot21
        May 09, 2013 @ 12:46:54

        Did you know that men can be bulled too that is just as sad!! just as mean I wish all bulling would stop! xxxxxx

      • writingthebody
        May 09, 2013 @ 12:55:29

        Yes, well I have been bullied in my time. I suppose I have seen my mother being bullied by my father as well, and while she was a very strong person, he could be frightening at times. I totally related to what you wrote. I think I feel shattered emotionally still from those childhood days, and I know one of my sisters is an emotional time bomb as a result…and she is transmitting some of the damage unfortunately. But the pain starts with that terrible shuddering inside…I know it well.

      • willowdot21
        May 09, 2013 @ 15:22:49

        I am so sorry to have awakened old fears, and I also feel for your sister. Ifind that when fears and old memories plague me I write them out, in a poem, a letter or a story! It always helps me.

      • willowdot21
        May 09, 2013 @ 15:42:19

        It does help, esp a letter, which you do not even have to send. You or your sister could write a letter to your father telling him how he made you feel then, how he makes you feel now , how the memory effects you just get your feelings out. No one need ever see it it if you do not want them too but the relief can be cathartic. xxx

      • writingthebody
        May 09, 2013 @ 22:05:31

        My sister did write him letters….now he thinks she has a problem with vindictiveness – and in fact she does – but it is down to him really. My blog really is partly about this. It does seem to help me, though goodness knows what would happen if all the intimate things I have put here got mixed up with those who know me, who care about me. It does save me loading it on them at least I guess. I am a bit confused I guess. I find that writing can lead to a downward spiral too – and that did happen to me in younger days almost like I wrote my own path towards death, and I did stop then. But this wordpress place has enough replies that at times people pull me up and question me….and that has been good.

  7. prayingforoneday
    May 09, 2013 @ 15:20:51

    Please accept this award and song
    The “Shine on Award”
    http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/2013/05/09/shine-on-award-3/
    Shaun

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  8. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    May 09, 2013 @ 21:08:34

    This is aching, Willow, really aching, this one.

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  9. Gray Dawster
    May 11, 2013 @ 09:16:55

    A dark tale indeed and one
    that holds true for so many 😦
    You have captured the essence
    with this fine piece Willowdot 🙂

    Be well by sweet friend 🙂
    Andro xxxx

    Reply

  10. Maiya
    May 12, 2013 @ 08:34:42

    Beautifully written willow, I came back to read it. Mental abuse does leave terrible scars.

    Reply

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