REPRESSION

So many tales locked inside
begging to be released,
but the words won’t flow;
too many years of repression.

Words imprisoned with “That’s enough!”
“Not another word out of you!”
“Stop that crying or I’ll give
you something to really cry about!”

Lord, save me from demanding
the same from my own,
is the prayer
forever on my lips.

Yet, like echos from the past,
the same repression exists;
perhaps different words, different tones,
but same result.

Uncaring words repress love.
I must fight repression.

K K McClelland
January 1967
Revised July 2010