Standing alone in a corner, finding the punishment justified, needing to feel their disappointment, to let me know I am alive. Because I have learned negative attention is better than silence at the dinner table. An unstable fuel that always came through to let me know I have failed. I am feeling unsatisfied and afraid; will I find safety in these lonely days? Looking back I find cracking foundations where childhood memories rest and when that angry voice strikes my ear I will finally be put to the test. Do I need the fire to keep me going or can I do it on my own? Now I have shown a tear, reality is near a place I call home. Is there strength to be found in memories left behind? Times have changed I found me to blame and wounds will heal with time. Let the past go