Across my breast, you lay your head
and utter sorries too sordid to listen to,
with memories too disturbing to relive.
He, broke your skin and tore away innocence,
now you play God galliantly, hiding behind hardcore
pretending nothing can ever get to you -
but I saw the swollen eyes and tepid tears [I wiped them]
The things I learnt, from late night love making
and hushed conversations, huddled close together;
hidden secrets, masked memoirs that molded you -
and I can't say I blame your eternal bitterness.
Protecting you, unlike the people called parents,
who walked out when putrid fingers fondled you
and grown up games became knowledgeable too quick -
they didn't even keep baby pictures of you,
they were so convinced meningitis would melt you.
Now, how difficult to deter and show detriment -
scream some sordid swearword and put hand to bible
when I know how much you've been through,
how much you hurt - I tried my best to prevent peril
and repeat past mistakes, that nearly put you in prison.
I tried and I failed, but it was your doing;
you can't say I didn't hold you enough,
or failed to forgive you, for all I ever did
was try and protect you from yourself
and the memories that mock you at night.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
and it takes a lot of strength to be abl to write something as emotive and captivating as this. well done sweetie
