A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I remember the fall. 
I knew I was down bad. 
I really thought you’d catch me 
when I’d heard your command:
JUMP!
So I jumped. You let me
land heavily at your feet, 
and as I gazed upon my grazes,
did I hear you blame me?

Questioning reality:
I know what I heard
but you swear black and blue
that I must be confused.
WHAT?
Your words echoed in my ears:
“you silly, silly girl”
but then you cleaned my cuts and bruises
and I made you my whole world.

Now I’m crying again
as I trace all my scars.
And the voice in my head
says it must be my fault.
NO!
I might still be down bad
but I know what I see,
and I know I deserve
(not to be down bad) better love.

This poem was written on April 4 in response to Kristina Mahr’s TTPD challenge.