The issue of child abuse is a remote phenomena until it comes home to roost . When it happened to a childhood friend’s daughter the remoteness of the phenomena evaporated, and it hurt like crazy. My pain gave birth to this poem, “I Did not Know”.
I confess I did not know
of the breach of long ago,
and when I heard, it pained me so
that tears refused to flow.
Stillborn tears are worst, you know.
They wrack your being in vain.
You cannot sleep, you cannot rest,
for deeds you can’t redress.
Nightmarish thoughts overrun my breast,
conjuring, tormenting, protocol despising,
adjudicating for logic, sense, and meaning,
with the philosophies of the best.
Hades’s life entombed and threatening
in a young girl’s womb.
Breach, interruption, society’s decimation,
deflowered Persephone in need of a redefinition.
I can’t turn back the clock, my dear,
or murder the inspirer of fear,
but I relentlessly mourn all Persephones,
as though they were my own.
“I Did not Know” and similar poems can be found in my book Splendor from Ashes