Too Young to understand

Reads: 371  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

a woman who feels bound to an abusive husband tells her story

Never put your faith in a stranger For, surely as castle walls do crumble, The emancipation of his true self Will leave the inner furnishings of your heart In mere particles of barely visible dust While hope reigns supreme in that deformed throne That was once your beautiful soul, And leaves you clutching at a past That should have remained in its sorry state For behind the immature greys in her hairs Lay a tragedy untold Behind the fake smile and humourless laugh There lay a story to unfold.

How can you live like this? How can you endure this life, Lying so imprisoned by your own beliefs? Said I

Dear child, she answered You are too young to understand. You are yet to mature enough To fully appreciate the true worth of this sacrifice. I knew a man of yore, A man whose gentle smile and kindly words Gave me the strength to be all that I could be A man whose loving touch, gentle caress Brought me to the climax of my true beauty.

But sister, dear, where is he now? The bruising that I see seems anything but gentle And the harsh words I hear daily Are not synonymous with the sweetness you speak of Where is he now?

Child, you are yet too young to understand You are too young know that Harsh as he may be I am eternally bound to him. You cannot understand that the child I bore him Bound us in a complex chain That cannot be broken by the saws of time You cannot understand that the love I bear him Chains me to him in an unseen thread of emotion. Dear, dear child, you are yet to understand How hope for my love’s return keeps me from Doing what my body and mind desire

She uttered these words with a ghostly glitter in her eye A glitter of doubt at these simple words That she had conscientiously forced herself to believe. I may be too young And maybe I do not understand this love she speaks of. But you see, I have had the pleasure Of seeing her fold and fade before me. I have had the pleasure Of seeing her life slowly drain from her To be replaced by this unearthly presence That seem s to echo with the pain of broken dreams. I have had the pleasure of seeing the humour Fade from her beautiful face To be replaced by a shadowed apparition Locking away all emotions behind this facade. I may be too young But this can’t be love

I repeat, never put your faith in a stranger For, surely as castle walls do crumble The emancipation of his true self Will leave the inner furnishings of your heart In mere particles of barely visible dust While hope reigns supreme in that deformed throne That was once your beautiful soul And leaves you clutching at a past That should have remained in its sorry state.


Submitted: November 26, 2009

© Copyright 2021 Shugzy. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

Rose Knight

WOW...thats all I can say...



-Rose

Sat, March 13th, 2010 10:23pm

Facebook Comments

Other Content by Shugzy

Poem / Poetry

Poem / Poetry