
Silence
I’ve been here before
I know the drill
From this moment on
It goes downhill
The irritation begins
Nothing I say is right
In fact it is all so wrong
And you’re ready to fight
I try to reason
It is going nowhere
It’s hard to understand
As I watch you flare
I will not give up yet
Because this is so stupid
Although reasoning with you
Is always disputed
Eventually my will is broken
And silence ensues
It’s a familiar tactic
And you will always accuse
Silence really is golden
When no one speaks
The fighting stops
The paranoia peaks
Memories from childhood
Surge to the front
As the child in the middle
I bore the brunt
Parents always fighting
I was the referee
They would refuse to speak
Unless it was through me
It’s all so familiar
I’m almost a pro
I could go the distance
In this debacle of a show
There is no claim to fame
There are only losers here
Break the cycle now
Or just disappear
Christine Bolton
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Nice sound. I liked the description in these lines: “Nothing I say is right
In fact it is all so wrong
And you’re ready to fight”
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Thanks Frank!
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That has such a powerful feel to it. Breaking the cycle rather than disappearing sounds like a must.
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Thanks so much Suzanne! 😊
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You have illustrated the sadness of silence so well! I love the Quote at the beginning of your blog. It takes a lot to break the cycle of being put down and silenced. Even in silence there are no winners here. Well done.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate feedback 😊
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You are welcome. Thanks for joining with us.
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Wow! This strikes a chord. Well done.
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Thank you! I appreciate it very much.
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I love how silence is a remedy for dispute.
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Amazing isn’t it? So many resort to that.
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That kind of silence is a burden…
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It sure was!
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The all too familiar scenario of a child caught between warring adults. My heart goes to the speaker in your poem.
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Thank you for your kind words. It us quite the saddest and cruelest “job” that a parent can ask of a child. But you forgive them because they were suffering and didn’t know any better at the time. The challenge is not repeating the behavior with your own children 😢
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Sometimes you just need to withdraw. I think we have all seen this/been there. (K)
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Oh cerainly we all have. Silence can be a choice, as in withdrawal. Unfortunately it is also used as a weapon. So very sad 😞
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Yes.
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