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?
Mine?
How do you judge someone?
Did you listen when told why?
Don’t assume as was so widely done.
Confused
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
2 comments:
Hurt is hurt, no matter the source. It requires time to recover from... and distance from the source.
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.
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