Silent crosses
There is a silent pain
Within her heart
She caresses it quietly
As she recognizes the fear
That she may have lost
The precious thing she cradled
Not believing in the injury
Until the results were officially
Upon her mother's lips
And the unwept tears
Fell with the burning rage
Of acknowledging the truth
We both feared to be true.
So now I have become a wash rag
For the unsaid feelings
She now conceals
Behind the power of a smile
Beyond the dullness of the pain
I stand ever-ready to be the crutch
She'll lean on for support
But I am not wanted
At her request
And so I step aside,
Though I would like to know
The title of true friendship
If only for this once
And never more again.
But I am not needed
And I must resign
The anger my unforgiving loyalty
Has brought upon me
At my discardion
For the aghast protection
Of her pride.
I would like to say I carried her
But, instead, I simply stand aside.
-age 19-
*For myself
Copyright Wendy Torres 2000
