(subject: Incest--A Fractured Family Life)

You have not honored me in life,
so do not mock me at my death
by your tears of guilt.

Let your soul boil over
with the shame I bore in your stead.

Do not insult me by your presence
at the celebration of my life
and death.

For you knew me not as a child--
small person that I was,
with words forever trapped inside,
growing in stature and age,
but the child inside
always lived on--trapped, angry,
so incredibly sad.

God now wraps me
in his protection,
so that I weep and yearn no more.

(c) 2003 Sparrow Crowne Press and Author, January Keck
aka angelgolightly@aol.com
 
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