Haunting Hands
Diluting me with invalidation,
Denial watering down truths.
Responsibility you do not accept
For delivering me into his haunting hands.
So you continue on with your refutations
Turn away and ignore my tears.
My pain only succeeds to inconvenience you,
So you do what you must.
Mutilate my vocal chords, sew my mouth shut
That I may not speak
Of the indecencies forced upon my flesh.
Wrap me in dark plastic, throw me into the cellar.
Pray no one discovers the sinful secrets
That continues to echo through these dark, damp walls.
Oh Mother, how you must fret;
Your family secrets will sinuously seep out of my soul.
Afraid of persecution, alienation, of being shunned.
For I've found my voice;
I have survived.
I will not idly stand by, letting him ruin yet another young life.
I will not deny it Mother,
I will not lie.
The face of truth is something
You might try on for size.
(c) by Jaeda DeWalt
