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the final insult

 
I stood condemned for choosing sanity over family
nevertheless I stood my ground
doing what's best for me
but you...you threw poisoned darts
guilt-laden barbs
ever the daggers at tender back
feeling sorry for yourself
for taking my power back

I actually hate that expression

what power - as a child - could I really call mine
when you were supposed to protect me
instead you were grooming me for the monster who molested me
take it back indeed
I have a better idea
you take it back
take back the pain & the tears
all the scars & the fears
the years lost to that little girl
who loved buttercups, kittens & dolls
but spent a lifetime in hell
give back her innocence
the woman she could have been
can you do that?
yeah, I didn't think so...

and that last call pleading with me
let bygones be bygones & move on
not one word of accountability for the damage done to me
never mind asking forgiveness
still my boundaries remained
and you went to your grave
without ever once taking responsibility
yet again...you left the clean-up to me
now I've got to find my own peace
if I ever want closure
like so many other things
you took that away from me



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i wish I could say RIP but I'm not there yet...
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