Poetry

Support

Looking back,

The past is a cold, dark place,

Devoid of all happiness.


Reflecting only leads to guilt

And questions,

How could I have done better?

Am I really to blame?


Yet there’s one question that fails to surface,

If I felt unsupported,

Why do I feel guilt?


I had been hurt time after time,

It caused me to break.

So why would you be angry at me?

And not the people who did it to me?

Telling me that it’s ‘their choice’ to treat me this way,

Is stating that I should carry the burden of their actions.

That those actions were acceptable.


So, I ask, next time I cry or break,

Be angry with me and not at me.

Support me.

And I will do the same.