I was raised with one hand firmly gripping my neck. Not enough to choke, but just enough to scare. One wrong move and He could snap my neck. One split second of insubordination- And death. He occasionally squeezed too hard- blamed it on his stress. Gasping for air is the only Memory I have of him.
No abuse to report, No marks or scars except the ones on my heart. I cried alone at night so No one could hear. I smiled through the pain and hid every tear. Threats were daily and Love disappeared. The child I was, No longer appeared.
Each year I grew older, His grip would tighten. Shackling me to his commands and Endless profanities. I was told to toughen up, But my heart was wilder than he could tame.
Shorter breaths and more tears- Years and years of silence. Waiting for the perfect time To stand up and say, "Good riddance"