Every now and then when we talk
I wonder if you think about
How I sold you out,
Cowered behind the chair
Crying, covering my ears while she beat you
And I could tell from your screams
That she was out of control
But I was small, and all I could think
Was “what can I do?”
So I waited til it was over,
And tried to make peace with the fact
That there was a secret selfish part inside
That was just so relieved it had not been me
Yet all these years later, I pray you don’t
See me still there hidden and cowering
But rather along side you doing my best
To right any wrongs
And make up for the past
If anyone can ever really do so
This really penetrates the heart. Poetry definitely does justice to it in pulling out its pain. Thank you for sharing such a personal poem with us, we appreciate you!
I can relate, it still hurts to this day. Thank you for sharing your heart Suzanne.
Painful to read, and that's a sign that it's well done.