The night was long
and sleep never came
I spent the lonely hours
Counting teardrops
The punishment, for a tragedy
of my own doing,
is drinking from the river of guilt
Cresting at my feet
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I close my eyes
but the picture
remains imprinted
in my brain
The sounds will
not cease
The cries
ring in my ears
and the terrors
continue
I come
to this place
of peace
to shut out
the world
and its ugliness
The sadness
loss and agony
to which
I bear witness
Suffering
the atrocities
of mankind
they cannot heal
So how can I?
With survivor’s guilt
I carry the anguish
of their ruined lives
Unable to save
or protect them
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I carry guilt
As a child
As a mother
As a wife
I have carried it
my whole life
Everyone comes first
They always have
I would go without
Let them be happy
Let them be safe
There was never a doubt
But I am tired
I am weary
I am bruised
Yet I let it continue
What’s wrong with me
I just feel used
Today I want things
to be different
It will no longer be a tradition
Someone else
will take care
It’s not beyond cognition
I want no revenge
Only a segway
to another solution
Perhaps everyone
will understand
It’s my New Year resolution
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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