One Tear Left
A poem about the pain of cutting off a parent, strained families, and needing to choose yourself.
I can't anymore,
I'm all out and done.
You've drained me completely,
Down to my last one.
The one tear that's left
For you and your kind.
I shed it while turning
To leave you behind.
Everything's been lost,
We're over, it's through.
You once had a daughter
Who wanted to know you.
Now there's a chasm
Where feelings once lay.
Your denials, your gaslighting,
Chased them away.
There's only so much,
One person can take.
You want me to pretend,
To smile, be fake.
But my soul is broken,
You saw to it, Mum.
The day that you punched me,
When you tried to break my thumb.
You knew no better,
I know that for sure.
I always excused you,
I'll do so no more.
Because all you needed,
To do and to say,
Was tell me you remember,
That it shouldn't have been that way.
Acknowledge the suffering,
Acknowledge the pain.
But all you can do
Is deny and shift blame.
I love you, deep down.
Truly, I do!
But I cannot spend time
With someone like you.
I cannot be gaslit,
I cannot accept
That you won't just say sorry,
Say it's something you regret.
You deny the reality
That causes my pain.
You'd rather pretend
That I'm who's insane.
Than just admitting
That you have done wrong.
I don't need some gesture,
Some poem, or song.
I just need admission,
That you know what you did.
Because you were the parent,
And I was just a fucking kid.
I never deserved
To be beaten and thrown.
My sisters didn't need
To be neglected, alone.
All of us we love you,
even so, even still.
But all of us need you
To swallow a bitter pill.
SAY that you get it
SAY that you know
That hitting a child
Does not help them grow.
SAY that you're different
SAY that you care
SAY that you understand
When my soul is laid bare.
When I stand here saying
That nothing's okay.
I want you to hold me,
Make the memories go away.
Stop fucking denying
That you played your part.
And now each day, I live
With black in my heart.
That can't reconcile
How I hate you so,
And that how much I love you
Can't outstrip what I know.
When I'm in your presence
I feel anger, rage, shame.
I hated myself,
Cause that's where you laid the blame.
You said I was broken,
Aggressive, not right.
But mother, I was wrestling
With terrors in the night.
The ones that you planted
When you both beat me back then.
When I was just a child,
Who needed a parent.
About the Creator
Dr. Ashleigh J. Kelly
I'm a social and evolutionary psychologist, who specialises in dating and rejection. I like to express some concepts I work with and feel through poetry, it's a great medium to discuss love, dating, heartbreak, family, and fitting in.


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