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Fight or Flight By jfarrell
Fight or Flight
By jfarrell
The door opens…
The unseen dog goes for me…
It’s owner raises his fist as I cower..
“I’ve had enough of people like you….”
THUMP!!!!
My therapists tell me, the way the brain works,
All them hormones and chemicals being released,
It’s all about ‘Fight or Flight’
Our body preparing us
To resist or to run.
I freeze.
Anticipating the pain,
Anticipating the shame;
There is no running or fighting back
Just waiting for inevitable violence.
6 years old, my dad drunk, angry because….
I couldn’t spell bronchitis…. I took the wrong book to school…
My sister hurt herself at home, while I’m at school…
He’s mainly angry because he is unhappy with his lot
And this is his way of dealing with it.
6 years old - where would I run to?
6 years old - I’m gonna fight my dad?
Maybe, this is why no ‘fight or flight’;
Just waiting for the inevitable;
Waiting for the beating.
