Two letters to my mother written as part of my therapy. |
LETTER TO MY MOTHER (2003) I want you, Mommy, To send the Monster away. He stands beside my bed And gathers to him What please there is To be gained by the sight Of soft limbs Splayed in slumber. Fiction kept between us That I am sleeping. That he is sleeping. That you are sleeping, too. How could you not waken? Didn't your bed feel empty? Didn't you hear The soft scuffle Of slippers on the rug? I heard the sound And feared it. I always hoped that you Would magically appear, My rescuer if you would. reprinted from JOURNEY FROM DARKNESS, Candace E. Barnes RUTH (2005) I despise you: Will not call you mother, A title you do not deserve. You GAVE me to him: A living bloody sacrifice. You sold your soul In a pact with the Devil. Sold your soul And MINE. I will never grasp your reasons. Nor can I imagine what you gained. What thoughts ran through your mind As you lay listening To my stifled cries for help? How did you feel when he left me, And came to you still glistening-wet from my bed? Oh, yes, I heard. And SO DID YOU. Twenty feet is not so far away, And yet the distance ws immense. A chasm: Cuttingn me off from my only hope of help. Do you dream, Ruth? Do you revisit those dark night of the soul? I do. Will you, in your last gasps of air, Remember, and deny, Or finally admit? |