Barely touching on the rim of the glass
Lips open ready to take the drink
When suddenly my protector appears
Throws it all into the sink.
I’d like to say I’m past all that
But that would be a lie
It consumes my being in thoughts of pain
And I’m just too angry to cry.
Alcohol didn’t remove it
Neither did the rain
It’s inevitable I’ll sit here for days
Dealing with this pain.
Some days I just want to run away
But I’m everywhere I go.
I’d love to say yes to peace
But the past screams “NO!”
Counseling, talking it out…
Abuse, lies, and betrayal
A family life I couldn’t sort out
A dismal partial portrayal.
I ask the same question time after time
Nobody knows what to say –
How do you deal with the past
When it just won’t go away?