Silence

16 May 2000

Her voice raised, she revisits her pain
not seeing the cycle 
she perpetuates 
of control and abuse
to this child
she claims to love.
   Her head bowed
   flinching eyes
   does not understand
   that voices can bruise
   - thinks this a better life.
Her hand raised, she attempts love
not seeing the tears
the voice sheds
into this silence.
   Her silence 
   accepts the pain
   as her due
   and large rejection she feels
   from peers in play
   - to compensate
Hands clenched, I revisit her pain
screaming inside for the abuse
my lips cannot lay voice to 
in a client’s family.
Weeping, I abuse this child
with my silence.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo