The Patterns: I'm so sorry...

-
Baby girl,
I'm so sorry.

For what he took from
you...
For what he put you 
through...

Baby girl,
I'm so sorry.

For the confusion in your
chest...
For the desolation in your
head...

Baby girl,
I'm so sorry.

That he did it over and over
again.
That he threatened all the
same.

Baby girl,
I'm so sorry.

For how long you had to
suffer...
For how long you're still to
suffer...

Baby girl,
I'm so sorry...

For the youth he stole from
you...
For the you he thought he was entitled
to...

Baby girl,
I'm so sorry...

For the burden you carried all this
time...
For how you thought you were saving their
lives...

Baby girl,
I'm so sorry...

That the only one who
knew...
Tried to shut you up 
too...

Baby girl,
I just hope...

You just never think it's
you...
It's not your fault, it's not
you...

Baby girl,
I just hope...

That you find peace
somehow,
that you can try to live a
life.

Baby girl,
I just hope...

You
heal...
You're so young for these
things...

Baby girl,
I just wish...

I could take your pain
away,
you almost went crazy and they called it a
phase.

Baby girl,
I'm so... so fucken sorry!

I don't even know 
you...
But I hurt so much for
you...


You didn't deserve this...

Fuck it's not fair because no one deserves it.

-Fez

Comments

  1. JordsApril 28, 2021 at 9:01 AM

    This poem reveals an understanding of various perpetual scenarios of trauma that follow on from the initial trauma of being physically hurt by a lover or even a father. Thank you.

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