Saturday, November 26, 2011


What is betrayal to me?

One father who didn’t fight for me.

Another father who molested me

A mother who ripped my soul from my body then stomped on it.

I was the child

Not something to be used then forgotten.

Not something to be torn apart and left for dead.

How am I supposed to feel?

This way?

That way?

Your way?


How do you judge someone?

Did you listen when told why?

Don’t assume as was so widely done.


If I can’t fix me how do I fix you?

I cannot be what you want,

I am not what you expected.

I wasn’t there

I was always here

I am too old for this pain

I don’t want it

Buried deep

Then it finds its way out

Make this ache dissipate!

Age doesn’t matter when life bites you in the ass.

Hurt just hurts.

©Saroya Poirier