Monday, September 1, 2014
Why? Why? Why? Just Why?
A question so haunting, we often ask
you stole our lives, our existence,
our tears were hid behind a mask.
We would cry inside, silent tears
too afraid to make a sound,
you abused, hurt, threatened us
our thoughts, so scrambled, so tightly bound.
The whys will never be answered
we must move on and leave it behind
WE are much stronger, we are survivors
even when the whys still enter our minds.
You see, you crushed our spirits
stole our inner child so small,
children were we, we didn’t understand
you were the adult, it was your call.
We as adult survivors, no longer live
in your shadows anymore,
we now have a voice and use it
to expose you and all your gore.
My whys from the past, never to be answered
I understand, accept it now,
writing, talking about it
no longer silent, to this I do vow!!
Poetry by Mary Graziano ©
January 16, 2013
Revised September 1, 2014
Awesome watercolour painting
Title WHY? WHY? WHY? JUST WHY!
By my wonderful friend