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A Bridge (a poem about parental alienation)

Her teardrops sting her face as the wind splashes them from her eyes across her cheeks.

His lips tells lies each time he smiles.

She is the shell of a woman, his mother, inconsolably weeping.

He was her child, interrupted.

Both of them have stood alone on an empty dock for almost two decades

-separated-

-live severed-

(permanently erased)

They are both brow beaten with thickened tears that eventually have learned not to fall.

(it hurts)

She has become a snake in the wild, that was once tame.

He is an untrained champion fighter, without gloves & his anger is unrestrained.

Her thoughts are stolen instruments that will never be played.

His wants are muted dub-step songs, quieted but so enraged

They both wander through their lives. -wondering-

What if it hadn’t happened that way.

She screams at night.

He dreams of ending life.

She is stalled. motionless, in her sentiment.

sentiment.

He is grown up.

Alienated- full of angst and discontent.

Each day they both live as detached from themselves as they can.

With cynical views of the world, they both see life through misanthropic eyes now.

They do not recognize how paralyzing their pain really is.

Or how paralleled an existence they both live … to each other.

their lives are mirrored …

yet each day is futile at best to them.

The future is merely a continuation of … or rather an extension of …

BEAUTY destroyed

& LOVE carried over

from a place so deep inside

that they both helplessly stand,

alone, on their dock to

painfully remember the pain of not knowing, the uncertainty of the waiting & the illusions of false hope and wishing…

They both have one thought…

if only there were a bridge built for them to cross over

just one time

to reach each other again… What if…?

He does not know how she can still hear him cry and that she cries too.

All she wants is a chance to tell him how sorry she is that she couldn’t protect him –

And she wants him to know he is not motherless.

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The Day He Came

Running
Jumping
Playing
Safe

Giggles
Laughter
Fun
Loved

He came

Screaming
Shouting
Swearing
Fear

Tears
Cruelty
Pain
Hate

Desperation

No escape

Desperation.

The day he came

Childhood
Freedom
Joy
Life

Taken away

Where did our childhood go
Has it been kept safe somewhere unknown?
And one day together
We can finish those wonderful years
Where we had been given so much love

Secure
Care free

Allowed to be
Children

Until
The day he came

Christopher Wellbelove
30 September 2007