About mom... whether justified or not.




A child's guilt

I was just a child at the time,
but I knew something was wrong,
without knowing that this particular
affliction was called bulimia.  Still, I just
knew, as I watched you gorge yourself
with the heaps of food you consumed,
that something was not the norm
about it all. I remember you being so
sad. My heart to this day still crumbles,
for I was only a child. I remember
every frame of that time, and I feel
beyond guilty for not knowing how
to make it better for you. I tried. And
I miserably failed. I wish I could've
Made some sort of difference in your life.





Diary by Anly Stede The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-26 at 04:47

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
This I can understand , sad , how a child see's and hears , that the parents , do not know. They do - the sufferance of the child. Suffers long in to the child's own adulthood
Ken D
2015-09-26


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
There can be no more searing pain than that of a child powerless in the face of a monster consuming its parent. It can fester through childhood, adolescence and finally give explosive emotive voice in adulthood; in powerful poetry such as this. Only then, does that pain reach its zenith. It is in this catharsis that, when fully examined in the consciousness of the adult, finally allows the release that comes from healing to occur. Fine work Anly.
2015-09-26


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
This minds of how the offspring of broken sensitive souls are bound to suffer throughout life childhoods painful memories.
2015-09-26