Wronged

Been lied to, talked about
Abandoned…

It happens;
You endure it or die.

I’m a survivor.

You can get past it
But getting over it
Is a whole different problem.

At night sometimes
The words return
To haunt me…

Occasionally in dreams,
But mostly in scenes
Enacted on my ceiling.

Spiritual or emotional abuse
Isn’t so much a memory
As a bruise.

Ill treatment is one thing—
Lies are another.

If you lie to me,
There is nothing in you
I can honor.

If you’re sorry,
I forgive you,
But trust takes time.

Want to make it up to me?

The best way to reassure someone
Is to enter into their sufferings.

Above all, remember:
These aren’t hard and fast rules.

And the sad truth is
Not even the wind can
Bring a tear to my eye
The way you do.