Still sick, I guess

. . . and years later ...

Still Sick, I Guess

 

 

I should, but can not hate . . .

 

People will never understand.

But abuse is not all ill treatment to the one abused.

In that present, to many it is love, affection and adulation

A safe haven when others neglect or lose empathy,

Feelings of love and secrecy, tinged with desire.

 

Safety when one has lost their way.

In a world where confusion and complex messages

Get misinterpreted and like barbed-wire entwine,

Less than mature thoughts and inclinations

Making large-eyed and innocence the draw.

 

The two diametrically opposed in society’s views.

But beauty and ingenuousness is the attracter.

Yes, the elder power wins over, the other succumbs

But what’s right is not a consideration in the thralls of first love,

Ne’er has been, never will be.

 

With age comes clarity, sometimes unwanted.

When the thorny see-saw of childhood ambivalency

Must be dealt with by the mature mind and body.

Tortuous to say the least, wanting to retain memories falsely created,

Crying out for peace of mind, heart and soul.

 

I now detest, but cannot change, my shared past . . . 

Reviews

[Renée]

Another powerful piece.. the mature experienced speaking out for the voices that are so confused by abuse…giving us on the outside a deeper understanding… thank you

[redflutterby]

Abuse leaves a complex web of emotions. It's a field full of landmines which must be traversed carefully.

[Coyote Poetry]

"With age comes clarity, sometimes unwanted.
When the thorny see-saw of childhood ambivalency
Must be dealt with by the mature mind and body."
Last line mad the poem complete. Can't stop age and weaknesses. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jack Dawkins]

We are never who we think we are and memories are truly false altered by time and experience. We can not change anything that happened in the past and the future is yet to happen, so the only working component of your life is the present moment. We are all asses wanting to be God-like, not realising when all is said and done we already are.

[David Scott]

This is actuallly the best poem of yours I have read Gray. Very well done! Honest and mature. Lacks self indulgant over discription I find in many writes. I think you really wrote something fine here.

[Gray Witch]

Thank you David. High praise indeed but never a poetess have I aspired to be (smile) ... just a lowly story teller...