Scorn, Mea Culpa

FOWC with Fandango — Scorn

I wore your scorn a lifetime

It was blood in my veins

Dripping on floors where you

Danced to different piper’s tune…

No room for, acceptance of, me.

I didn’t complain, wheedle, beg

But my grief, shame seeped out…

Mere trickle unobserved till it

Became whirlpool which

Threatened to pull, swallow

Entire household.

As I lay mute, unseeing—

Breaths pumped into my

Lungs by machine—

Only then did you notice

We were whole group sick

Unto death…scarred, disabled…

Some dressed in couture denial.

Even so, you hid—my despondency

Your shield—and by unholy smoke

Ordained me family scapegoat.

Spineless, I accepted role

It’s what I knew…familiar slime

Covered skin, soul. 

I wore your scorn…lived

More than half my life as

Mea Culpa for you all.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.


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