A Condemnation
I won't read between
the lines
when
the lines
I'm daily given are half truths
I will take what you say
as true
when
the truth
suits me as well as it suits you
I heard you yelling at him, you know
you didn't know I was home yet but I was
I was grabbing a package off the front steps
steps away from you when he opened the car door to yell
to yell "mama!" with joy in his heart
with joy in his voice and you yelled "WHAT"
what it was, was more than a yell it was a howl, a bass tone shriek, a
condemnation
I saw you flip a switch when you saw me there
me, there, I heard you change your tone
you changed your tone, and that's just the thing
What if I hadn't been there
What if he had really been scared?
Do you really think that would have justified your bellowing?
Do you really think that scaring him is fixing anything?
Do you really think you can keep me if you don't like him?
He is our son.
He is our son.
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Author's Note
This was written almost a year ago. We aren’t together anymore ❤️
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Poignant and powerful!
A switch is flipped, a break is made. This really speaks to truth. The overlapping word patterns cause the eye to pause in the reading, and this greatly adds to the effect.
Love this. Great turn.