I Remember Control

The witching hour, I became
I was filled with power
Words flew into my cupped hands,
they were my water, my life.
At this moment, filled with dread,
these simple words I drank instead,
"Be fair, be kind, be wise."

I remember when I had seen all this
in memories, as a child in split families.
Watching, watching, watching
7th chances passive, knowing as I was
all went away because 7th chances become 100
Passive meant as fairness, becomes control
And knowing becomes silence

I remember now, when I had drank
the words wrong.
I know now to be strong.