Give Yourself That Justice
This is a poem I wrote years ago. I had an online friend who had an abusive mother. Sometimes, it was hard to be a soundboard when the nail was on her forehead. © Dec '20 on AllPoetry
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You never said I had to help you but how can I not want to? How. When you are begging to be saved from the aching inside Stress invading - waiting for you to have caved - For that, I can not save you. To what extent do I - What line do I cross - I'm still here, but I am contemplating a response. I have all this emotion All this adoration I have for you even with all the commotion. You're my soul sister whose pain pursue. So give yourself that justice I'm not mad, my caring's just loud. It's hard to see you living in that numbness of self-hate and apathy you've endowed. Your mother is a rock. An unforgiving, greedy one mind you. But you know that, which brings you to a heart-block which you have yet to break through. I want to shake you out of this. this... monster with two heads. Its behaviour is abusive and stubbornly amiss but it is not up to me to decide a friend's affairs. You type angry words and it fills our chat until it stirs blatantly and it just seems so absurd that you let it lull you to complacency. So give yourself that justice Where your spirit will once more be free. I know you are tired, so just trust us. So speak, even if they don't see. I just don't want you to be needlessly suffering.
