Cautiously she stepped aside,
asking that I would not confide,
“I'm sorry things got out-of-line,
your mother is a friend of mine...”
I try to understand her view,
this is a side she never knew,
but she was my friend first, and
yet,
it seems that all but I forget...
I am not asking to pick sides,
or slander her with hateful lies,
I need a friend, a hand to hold,
while treacherous actions drive me
cold.
The battle rages on, and I,
here stand alone, no battle cry.
I
build my armor as best I can,
and
step into the lions den.
At
every chance they strip away,
the
things I have protecting me,
till
I am naked, marred and shammed,
and
once again I can be tamed.
But
life is altered, more than changed,
and
I will not be made the same.
The
line's been drawn, the dye is cast,
and
if this fight shall be my last...
then
I will fight and cry, proclaim,
the
sins she has lived out in vain,
with
gasping breath and flowing tears,
I'll
tear the mask she's worn for years.
Copyright - March 4, 2015
Hi Autumn -
ReplyDeleteNice to see you back online although from reading all your posts it appears you are dealing with quite a bit. I just read all your posts so I will just write here on your most recent post.
I will share a coincidental secret with you. I used to carry around the printout of the Desiderata with me in a journal wherever I went. Slightly different version not the exact english version, same overall. It served as inspiration and assistance.
What I've learned which ties in with your Here and Now post is that we can't expect our partners to be there for us always and let alone understand automatically. We need to constantly guide them and communicate to them in hopes that they can help us, even if we need to lead them time and again and eventually it will (hopefully) become second nature for them of knowing when and what we need.
Thats my short reply. Email me you want the long version.
Enzo