The Fall From Grace

Betrayal

 

The Fall From Grace

A poem for my daughters

 

Do not aspire to perfection

Do not desire perfect knowledge

Your dreams will be misconstrued as lies

Your failures will be called hypocrisy

 

Do not love too much, give too much, live too much

Your light shining burns the eyes

Your laughter closes the ears with disdain

Your love of life will be trampled upon

 

For, as you innocently give your heart, your emotion, your support

Resentment is seething

Poison is brewing

Revenge and retaliation are plotting . . . you will be unaware

 

For love is not enough

Nothing is

And there is no turning back

All your fears and worries

Will pale compared to the truth

 

Every word has been recorded

Every mistake remembered

There is no understanding; no compassion

Only hatred and resentment feeding on itself

And even they are unaware

        Of the outcome

             The repercussions

                The permanence

 

A shadow has fallen across the landscape of my mind

Dark replaces light

Innocence is lost . . .mine

 

Gifts you helped nurture will be torn from your heart

You will feel the pain as each tiny root rips from its source

You will experience the shock of knowledge

Knowledge better left hidden

 

You will be forced to see what your errors have spawned

Creatures of judgment, vindictiveness, revenge

 

You willingly hold out your heart, but it is ripped from your hands

As it lies bleeding, a fire is built

Evaporating the rivulets of blood that might have provided the nourishment of reconciliation

 

Like a rabid dog, they will tear at the one who cared for them

Rip at the heart of the one who loved them most

They are desperate for your soul

 

But, can you give the stars their light?

The sun it’s warmth?

The moon it’s silver aura?

 

They want from you what they already possess

But they’ve no eyes to see it

No ears to hear your explanations

No senses to understand

 

There is nothing to be done

Nothing to be said

Nothing to be unsaid

 

A stain diffuses across your nature; your optimism

Dark purple fades to black

And creeps slowly over the bright yellow of your carefreeness

 

Despite unknown future events

Your world has changed

Will they regret? Will they care?

It does not matter; they know not the extent of what they have done

 

How long will the hot, west winds blow?

I keep waiting for a sign of repentance…forgiveness

There is none

 

Though uprooted at infancy

She is my child also

The love was planted deep

She will remember me

Reviews

[Teenage poet]

Such strong word choice. Very powerful words and also a great poem. Keep up the good writing no matter what anyone else tells you.