Poetry Journal July 2012
She dismisses me
As if I am a child
Our roles reversed
From those days
When she was my cub,
No wound so deep as this,
Down into the roots of my soul,
I thought I am immune
But I’m not,
Having no shell like hers
In which to hide,
Waking with night sweats
The echo of “forgiven”
Rattling around in my head
Like a ricocheting bullet
I survive, but barely,
Telling me I have nothing left to offer
Except my bleeding heart,
Was there ever a point to all this,
Fate determining what would happen
Long before it happened,
I am a ship wreck stuck on rocks
I should have seen coming,
Now begging for a life preserver
She will never throw,
“forgiveness” that is not forgiven,
I have been dismissed,
So utterly unimportant
I might well
Cease to exist.
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