Unwanted Visit

The years have done their damage,
resentments, like border guards,
line up between us…

and then you just show up,
as if somehow that makes you the better person,
as if your presence will make me forget, forgive

and I fumble for the right words,
attempt graciousness, even as I’m struggling
to feed the hurt, coddle the innocence lost

you hurt the deepest core of me,
the child, barely able to stand on her own,
the burden of her frailty heavy enough

what amusement must you derive
from revisiting our torturous past,
I cannot fathom – all too much for me.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

14 thoughts on “Unwanted Visit”

  1. Oh those damn dreams, crossing our boundaries without consent. But in spite of their dark intent you managed to create light. So, ha! Poetry is power. 😉

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  2. Just because a harmful person shows up again doesn’t mean you have to let them back in. Keep those border guards in place, V.J. And keep writing! Your work is wonderful.

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      1. It is indeed a lifelong lesson — especially when people knowingly walk right past those boundaries just to provoke us. Hate that, even if it is good exercise to be forced to say “enough” every so often.

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    1. Ah, thanks. It actually came from a dream I had, but I suspect it’s aimed at a past hurt – likely another one not yet dealt with, lol, which I know you can relate to.

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