Been lied to, talked about
Abandoned…
It happens;
You endure it or die.
I’m a survivor.
You can get past it
But getting over it
Is a whole different problem.
At night sometimes
The words return
To haunt me…
Occasionally in dreams,
But mostly in scenes
Enacted on my ceiling.
Spiritual or emotional abuse
Isn’t so much a memory
As a bruise.
Ill treatment is one thing—
Lies are another.
If you lie to me,
There is nothing in you
I can honor.
If you’re sorry,
I forgive you,
But trust takes time.
Want to make it up to me?
The best way to reassure someone
Is to enter into their sufferings.
Above all, remember:
These aren’t hard and fast rules.
And the sad truth is
Not even the wind can
Bring a tear to my eye
The way you do.
