Betrayal & Bonds
A Child Discovers A Guardian's Abuse
"I'm sorry," my brain wrung out like a towel
fiercly squeezing, coiling, till dry
deluging pressure behind my flickering eyes
begrudgingly, I try to hide,
but shame resides
like writhing weeds inside
squirming through masked memories
of scratchy pillows pressed over me
rearranging my reality as a fallacy
"it couldn't be..."
betrayal at the hands of thy roots
giver of life, stealer of youth
fear, a force field
denial, its partner
pinning me to my damning, selfish corner
shadows over me
questions toiled me
but within lied these lies disguised as loyalty
a rotted grapevine tangled too many times
twisting his shackles to become mine
for releasing the truth was to admit that I knew
to fracture the image that I had clung to
I am one with the grime of this guilt
a prison of regret that I have built
filled with filth of pleading the fifth that day
when the monster got away
because of all of the things I couldn't say
About the Creator
Lora Coleman
Lora Coleman is an author, educator, and podcaster. Her writing blends a little bit of everything from poetry, fiction, memoir moments, and anything else for the sake of writing and exploring.


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