How nice for you

Your lies are redacted

Your sins

Seemingly,

Will not be

Re-enacted

 

You can rest

In peace

Your truth

Has been

Covered in grey

Deemed

Unfit to be seen

In the broad light

Of day

 

Your guilt

Is guilded

Not in gold

Or silver

Just a dingy

Muddied grey

 

I, your victim

Am not worthy

Of your truth

There was no value

In my juvenile youth

 

I am left alone

To carry the shame

I am the only one

Left shrouded in the murky waters

Of blame

You can breath easy

In the knowledge that

They’ve erased

Your name

 

My life

Is redacted

For the protection of you

No matter

That my whole life

Has been coloured

In blue

 

I want you to know

Your sins

Have traced my shadow

Throughout

My whole life

 

Because ...

I know your truth

You stole my youth

You scarred my existence

With your wants

And your needs

 

I never was able

To redact

Your truth

Or your insatiable

Greed

 

How I wish it was easy

I would take a big marker

And slash through

Your ugliness

With broad strokes

Of grey

 

I’d redact

Your gropings

Re-enact my youth

I’d rewrite my truth

 

I’d take an erasure

The biggest I could find

I’d erase your existence

Straight from my mind

 

But you can rest easy

Because the powers

That be

Have redacted your sins

And rewritten my story

 

Let me extend

My congratulations

To you

And your family

I hope they see you

In all your

Unredacted glory!

 

C.K.22