Only closure I could know would be handcuffs.
On my weak willed mother & father so tough.
What charges would I lay upon them direct?
Isolation, abuse, criminal neglect.
Why still call it out after all of these years?
To mark where blame lies for a mind found in fears.
Childhood spent in angst for the next sucker-slap.
The only safe place was my grandmother’s lap.
Still, I know a little something of resolve.
The Way Out is Thru; that’s just how we evolve.
L.B.Stowe 