You….
You are the frozen sheet of ice that covers a putrid pond.
You are the unmovable mountain, the sediment’s ancient bond.
You formed against the will of time yet you took that time to form.
You are the comfort of abstract love, an illusion of the norm.
You are the pain which defies words, no beginning and no end.
You killed me like my enemy but then you saved me like a friend.
You bore me through the valley lows, then lifted me to the top.
You never let me start to live, yet never did you stop.
You gave me days of flowered fields,
and nights of bombed out brains.
You parched my soul with bitter thirst then flooded me with rains.
You patched the holes you punched through me,
through the fortresses you built.
You found a blameless innocent and off loaded your guilt.
You changed unchangeable parts of me that I can not change back.
You punished me for having the whole conscience that you lack.
You promised me forever, yet turned and left me from the start.
I gave you everything (now know I should have kept my heart.)
You demanded absolutely truth, yet lied with practiced ease.
You stood there and tore down the one who’d brought you to your knees.
You pled, oh how you pleaded, not to pay for what you’d done.
You’re a facade,
a facsimile
an empty, transparent, vacant one.
Now I’m a sheet of frozen ice that conceals a raging fire.
A mountain of deep regret, for choices, that can’t get much higher.
A heart that feels no love,
whose fragile beat has now grown weak.
You never heard a word I said,
…. each word I could not speak.
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Kathleen Hussey July 2022
