Hug-less Jumbled Unspoken (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 16)

“…our prompt (optional, as always). Today I challenge you to take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.”


Time to time, different seasons, moods…

I’ve thought of writing to you.

Finally I’m here—tears on heart, face,

Drenching bent-folded-spindled being.

How I regret there was no last

Opportunity for us to make connection—

Something genuine, meaningful, affirming words;

To “say” love, and apologize, forgive

Blurred-myriad disappointments, hurt, neglect…

Whatever prevented you loving me.

A child, trapped in earliest years’ endless dark

More scary than crying out, “mommy, I’m scared”

I kept hope-hope-hoping through decades

That one day you’d look on me, adoring eyes…

Not despise me as though I were stranger’s whelp

Foisted upon you, unwanted winter snows.

I yearned for Hallmark-movie moment

When everything changes, is healed, mended new.

Can’t remember if I loved you

All I recall is fear—everyday afraid,

Waiting for lioness to pounce, puncture,

Wound by shaking me in your teeth.

I barely breathed, tried to prepare,

But your attacks ever blindsided.

I wished you dead, but by the time death came

It no longer mattered, you’d already died inside me.

I needed more than you had, could give—

Craved nurture, and that you’d talk with me;

You held yourself private, gate locked, walls barricaded—

I wanted to know you, learn from you, yet dared not ask.

Your shaming, humiliating, tutored me

To agree with your appraisal, disdain myself;

I perversely chose others, men who reveled

In abuse, treated me with contempt…same as you.


I own single memory of us

Enjoying each other’s company,

Mental keepsake snapshot:

One summer vacation we took the family’s wash

To coin-op laundromat…folded clothes, load after load,

Munched snacks from machines, smiling…

Only day in my life you removed slave-chains, shared

Chores with me…it was Better than Christmas.


Since you were unable to—I wish I’d had strength,

Courage to schedule ‘last opportunity’ for us.

My friends’ mothers pass… in my efforts to be

Supportive I must imagine such loss and grief—

Because I’m still little girl who ran to

Flimsy faceless paper-cut-out invented mother,

(Hollywood actress’s name);

Girl who sobbed herself to sleep each night,

Failed to do anything that would woo maternal love;

Went crazy (which annoyed, disgusted you)

While you allied yourself with my younger siblings.


Oh, that I had steeled myself, come to you

One last time… I’d trade

Favorite possessions for a day, hour returned…

Chances shredded, dry autumn leaves…

Devil on the wind, laughing-hyena’s ridicule.


Hug-less, jumbled-unspoken

 Too horrible, contemplation…

We never even said “goodbye”.

© R L Cadillac, 2017 ~ All rights reserved.

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6 thoughts on “Hug-less Jumbled Unspoken (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 16)

  1. I am glad you could write this . . .but it is so painful. You even got out the kleenexes for us. I don’t know what He is going to do for you , to recompense you, but it will be good Sis. Love you.


      • It was powerful to read RL and one of those where a wordy response felt not appropriate. Sometimes things have to be written and sharing can show that there are people there to listen.


        • Thanks again, Davy. I expected that there wouldn’t be many replies, simply because people usually don’t know what is the “right” thing to say–it’s too personal and uncomfortable a post, and I realize that, so have no disappointed expectations about replies. The only real purpose in posting it–is that there are usually people who’ve had experiences like ours, and some really need to know they’re not alone, and that they needn’t feel ashamed or condemned. So for now, I’ll leave it up for a bit 🙂

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