“In long childhood hours” by Rudy Thomas

In long childhood hours when I was afraid
there was no place I could hide
that the crazy lady would not find me,
I longed for someone to be my savior.

I had reason to fear her misbehavior.
I shuddered in my dreams. Poetry
had not yet become an outlet. I tried
to avoid her. Her being family made

it an unending experience. Frayed
around the edges & nervous inside,
I grew from a sapling to a tree
& was my own deliverer.

-Rudy Thomas

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