The Angry Birth (Pain) by M. Taggart

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The Angry Birth (Pain)

by M. Taggart, Monthly Contributor

He stared at the same imperfections in the sheetrock
each time he passed them. The studio apartment was
long enough for him to walk eight full footsteps, twelve
if he entered his bedroom, before turning around.
He no longer rocked in bed. Pacing was exercise.
He didn’t want to sit on the deck. Couldn’t. If he did
He’d go back to pacing and if he paced too long he’d
need to shower. If he showered he wouldn’t be able to
pace again because he’d think about the difference
between being too uncomfortable to sit on the deck
and too unhealthy to smile in his mirror. That was it.
The damn mirror telling him exactly what had happened
and how trust was a matter of falsehoods because there
is no trust, especially within a union. Family structure
built on lies. Knowing fully what took place was a
freedom given to himself from hell. He finally spoke it,
out loud, and with that it became reality for the first
time. No relationships. No content feelings. Only pacing,
reviewing imperfections thousands of times, habitual
shaming practices, and self-pity. But, damn, don’t I look
good in the mirror as long as I don’t open my mouth.
‘The sheetrock wasn’t that bad, really. It can stay like
that for another fifty years,’ he thought. ‘How could
anyone hurt a child? How?’ He reached into the
refrigerator for his fourteenth beer

@M. Taggart

Gabriela Marie Milton
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  1. Ingrid dice:

    A harrowing but impactful poem!

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    1. Hi, Ingrid. Impact is a key word for me. I hope you are well. 😊

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  2. Powerful piece. Love it!💕

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    1. Hello and thank you 😊 I hope that you have a great day.

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      1. My pleasure, Matt. Thank you.💕

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  3. jonicaggiano dice:

    This is a beautiful piece that brings up all kinds of feelings for me. It brings a sense of agony, the inability to experience peace in any way. A vacuum that repeats itself with no real sense except to this individual. A self humiliating ritual, difficult to read but it brings about an extremely important message, «How can anyone hurt a child!» BRAVO Matt! Big hugs

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    1. Hi Joni! It really does come down to just that. How can anyone hurt a child. Yet, every day, every town…

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      1. jonicaggiano dice:

        You are so right about that unfortunately. It is a very powerful piece. Big hugs and Happy Valentines. ❤️🤗

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  4. oh wow this really evoked powerful feelings! great job!!! 👏👏

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    1. ❤️🙏🏼 I’m satisfied it found a good home

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      1. Indeed it did!❤️💕🥰

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  5. parikhit dice:

    Oh my! The ending. And yet we cannot escape this inevitable truth for it keeps repeating around us.

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    1. In my opinion children need to be taught how to break the cycle. Instead they are taught to never say anything.

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      1. parikhit dice:

        I agree with you. Things have gotten better but still have miles to go!

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