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


alex-ness said...

Hurt is hurt, no matter the source. It requires time to recover from... and distance from the source.

44 Summer Stories said...

It sounds like you're recapturing your power and your victory. And hopefully somewhere someone in a similar situation will read this and gain power as well. Excellent.