Collateral

we were little more than collateral

from the battlefield of your marriage.

Fragmented shell shocked beings

muted by all we had witnessed.

A lifetime spent in No Man's Land

Not wishing to be pulled

in either direction.

Yet, when weariness morphed into peace

we emerged from

the trenches of our childhood

far better, rounded individuals

than you might have imagined.

No therapy or dependency for us.

United we stood.

What you sought to diminish

only growing in strength.

We are veterans of hate

Have become diplomats

and liars at your bequest,

If we flinch from time to time

well that is to be expected isn't it?

Bear us no mind, don't waste your pity

We would not ask it,

we have been let loose,

have found a gentler path,

let us take it.

Reviews

[...]

. i know the plight of children who have suffered thus ...

. and i know how courageously they triumph over their pain ...

. this is a beautiful and an inspiring piece of poetry ...

. you've sugar coated nothing and it's incredibly earnest and powerful ...

[Speak in Silence]

I love this, and I wish you good luck :)

[Muse]

I know this battle..and I know the path you speak of that is often traveled with blindfolds on...to keep the peace.


We are veterans of hate

Have become diplomats

and liars at your bequest,

If we flinch from time to time

well that is to be expected isn't it?

Bear us no mind, don't waste your pity

We would not ask it,

we have been let loose,

have found a gentler path,

let us take it.

Brilliant ending!



Muse

[Tasha]

Wow, this was brilliant. I loved the reference to trenches and No man's land. Beautiful piece.