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When I was young all too
Often my Father was in a
Rage. He would fly off


The handle, and at times
I believed he could move
Mountains with his anger
Alone. He would yell,


Curse, punch walls, and with
Every fit of frustration that
Turned into something more


I became more frightened.
To the point where I walked on
Eggshells around him, and I
Didn't seek out conflict with


Him, and soon with anyone
For that matter. Now here I
Am an adult who still cannot


Confront conflict, when I try
I feel like a child again.
One that's easily overpowered
And made to feel naive.


I'll never like raised voices or
Standing up for myself even
When I need it the most,


But I'll have to find a way.
Conflict is necessary, needed.
When the time comes, when I'm
Pushed hard enough, I must


Find the courage for conflict.
Because if I never stand up for
What I want, it will wash away.