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By meadowcroft1964
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27 September 2008 |
My raw feeling unleased even now she's dead I still feel guilty expressing them.
How could she listen and still appear not to hear?
How come she looked and still appear not to see?
How come she allow them to deny me?
How could she break the sacred oath?
Favour others while ignoring me.
She failed to protect
Me her bastard reject
So much love, so much hate
Flows like her blood through my veins
Both of us so similar yet so totally different
I'll never understand
Her absolute betrayal of motherhood
What person could?
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Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3590 comments posted) 27th September 2008 | As you say this is an expression of raw emotion and is a valid and honest statement. I always think betrayal is such a loaded and powerful word. For me it speaks of deliberate intent, done for selfish gain. It might seem like betrayal to you but I rather doubt if the intent was there. I know that doesn't make it any easier for you but it might help you to get some perspective on it. She was product of her bowstringing and values that were inbred in her. The tragedy is she couldn't see beyond that and made you a victim of her upbringing too. In situations like this we are victims of victims and the only way to break the cycle is awareness and [in time a sort of] forgiveness
cheers
jane | oops
Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3590 comments posted) 27th September 2008 | that should have read up-bringing you can thank my spellchecker for that rather surreal interpretation  | A very resonating poem...
Written by Jonaus (11 comments posted) 29th September 2008 | I have to be honest and admit to having a very strong relationship with my Mum. In fact, my only regret is the fact that my last words to her were in anger. However, there are still many parts of this piece that resonate with me.
My most heartbreaking betrayal was by a friend while I was at college. Although he claimed to have my best interests at heart, and I stood by him like a brother, it turned out that his only real goal was to steal my wife and turn her against me. Unbelievably, he went so far as to convince her not to tell me she was pregnant by lying and saying that if she did tell me I would force her to have an abortion. Of course, this wasn't true. But, the stress of it all led to her first miscarriage (something else that he hid from me and then twisted to his own advantage).
Anyway, I've just gone off on a very unnecessary tangent. The point of it all, was that this poem encapsulates the mixture of anger and confusion that I was torn apart by after being so betrayed. Why did he use the sacred bond of friendship in such a cruel way? Why did he revel in taking away one of my chances to be a father? I know that these questions may seem far away from the subject matter of this particular piece, but somehow it still spoke to my heart very loudly.
In other words, I can understand how questions constantly linger, never truly to be answered, and I think that this poem encapsulates that perfectly.
I'm sorry if this seems less like a review and more like somebody standing on a soapbox, but I suppose the real idea of poetry is to bring emotions out of people, whether entirely intended or not, so in that case, this is a resounding success. |
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