Who placed upon my infant head
This pain from daily abuse and dread
As “prep for life unfair” she said
(‘Cos trauma needs to spread)
Who taught my infant lips to agree
To hush myself and thus decree
That self is naught unless approved
By anyone but me
Who seemed to see me as a threat
To conjugal bliss (it’s silhouette).
In spite of being 5 years, at best
The apple of regret
When grief and sickness made me pace,
Who taught me not to seek her face
Lest it refine the aim of ire
From Sauron’s lofty dais
Who kicked me out when I with child,
Sought succor, strength and love compiled
Yet ponders why the distance yawns
Post years of love beguiled
I can’t forget you carried me
And all the things you’ve done for free?
Yet now you remind me it’s a debt
Though I didn’t ask for me
For years for sure I was to blame
Myself was simply proof of shame
“If only I could want your want”
That which I could not name
Who ever thought that it could be?!
I am enough.I will be free!
That all along, it was just you
It simply was not me.