This weeks theme sisters..this was an itch I had to scratch and WoL is the only place I can scratch it....

 

A Gap in a Curtain

She stood looking through a gap a few inches wide,
the fear on her face she could not hide.

My stomach lurched at this meekness of spirit,

filling every inch of me with a sadness aching and raw
for I knew that my parents could have done no more.

 

She was my mother my confidant my mentor, my adversary.
Now this strong women could barely swallow her tea.

 

I stood looking down at her daughter, my sister, asleep in her bed,
unaware of the turmoil and fear she had spread.
The wound on her neck, vivid, angry, crying out to all who could see.
I don't want to be here, please please help me.

 

Father stood ringing his hands pacing the floor, how could she dismiss her life?
He had no words of comfort for his wife.
To want, to need to escape at her own hands.
He wanted answers but there could be no response to his demands.

 

She lay still and silent for two long weeks,
no response to her loved ones who begged her to speak.
Slowly she rallied and went to be assessed.
Drs could give no answer; she had passed all of their tests.

 

Still they could offer no explanation,
other than to suggest..It was a twist of the mind, an aberration.

 

She carried on with life as tho nothing had happened.
We never asked too much; out of fear.
She would always say her memory was vague and unclear.

 
I will never forget that day the curtain pulled aside,
leaving a gap, just a few inches wide.

 

 

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw