Vacillating

Sometimes you need to sit

Quietly in the room they left you

Picking up pieces of yourself

Lost

When they not only forgot who you were

But never

Not once

Remembered your value.

Sometimes you need to scream

At everyone

For everything.

Because the lie you were fed;

The lie

Forced down your throat

Was not even on the same planet

As the truth.

Sometimes we vacillate

Between the anger that comes from the betrayal

Fear it will happen again

Disgust at the monsters that did it,

And the hurt that stitch up the wound.

 

We vacillate heavily

Between the urge to die

The fear to live

And the desire to fight.