Sapphic

Forgiveness

Falling, drops of water down your face
unnoticed. I've gone beyond the urge
to help you. Instead I hand you
a fresh tissue.

Simply, I wish I cared how you are feeling.
But I am caught in my own anger
and so your guilt no longer moves me.
Except it does, some.

Someday, I'll find the weakness to forgive you ,
pretending that it never happened.
And we'll forget you ever hurt me.
Until you do.


dawn 10/2/11

Sapphic

A Paralyzing Sense of Responsibility




Ugly, my thoughts today are full of nasty
subjects. I want to make the world unhappy.
Angry does not describe the way I'm feeling.
I'd kill my children.


Sort of, I understand those wretched women
maddened by life's recurrent dose of bullshit.
Thankful I can control my rampant "ugly"
until tomorrow.


Sorry, I can't regain the old complacence.
Gnashing, my teeth are grinding life to powder.
Children should not be careful of their mothers
but sometimes mine are.




2002/3 (published 9/17/11) dawn