Mother

In that house    
   
I see trivial wares in frivolous places    
Piles of desires cluttering spaces    
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams    
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem    
    
In that house      
   
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride    
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide    
Your loathing of me was all to scathing      
In your diffidence, I am bathing    
     
In that house    
   
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin    
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin    
She idolized the one with the odious vice    
He ravished young girls and didn’t play nice    
     
In that house    
   
I locked myself within the ire    
The fallacious sin; the inherent mire    
The hindered steps; the errant calls    
Neglect the depths of these four walls    
     
In that house    
   
The pedestal’s base is complicated    
Pressure progressed; I shouldn’t have waited    
You let me fester in this absent devotion    
Generational curse; the wheels in motion    
     
In that house  
 
my spirit was contemptuously charring    
The abhor she dealt left plenty of scarring    
No safety nor logic foreswearing design    
She captured the virtue most many malign    
     
Out of that house    
   
I still carry the stains of aspersion    
Up from the ashes, I culled the best version    
Letting you go was the best choice I made    
I am who I am, the foundation’s been laid