As I accumulate old notes
and pictures from the past,
I abruptly remember
some painful memories.
Although I tried shutting
them out as quickly as they'd come,
there was no blocking
the vividly horrific scenes.
I remember always seeing
her face morose from HIM.
I cant imagine the amount
of apprehension that flowed through her,
coming home every night to face
the derogatory remarks from HIM.
Every night I'd hear her cry,
wishing I could help,
but only being able to
listen and be shamefully aloof.
The look in HIS eye
while HE tormented her
was completely ominous,
it frightened me.
It hurt me to witness
such pain and torture
and not being able to help.
It could be a large amount
or even a meager,
it didn't seem to matter.
It still brought her pain.
Which in the end,
broke my heart.
I come back to reality
and place pictures in their spots,
as I tried to subdue my flowing tears.
To this day,
it still pains me to know
that I was never able to help
the one person who gave me life
in her deepest times of need.
I never know memories
could be so painful!
