David Brown Poet Verse

The Oath

He found her crying in an arm chair one Sunday
 Her arms wrapped like chains around her shaking knees
 As if to keep her fragile essence from flying away, forever

 The questions asked, it seems now, a million more times
“What’s wrong? What happened? What can I do?”
The answer given this first time, with such consequences

 A story of suffering follows; a torrent of despicable torment
 Such violence to a gentle soul; such damage to a kind spirit 
 Trust smashed and left unhealed, a heart closed inward forever

 He is frozen by the words and feelings that pour out
 Frozen, as his callow mind reels and wanting heart breaks
 And he stumbles and falls at the feet of this broken one

 In panic; his shadows reel out from beneath his own scars
 A scene of violence, of anguish, of faith lost; all yet unresolved
 Another’s wounds, another’s faith, this he now, swears to heal 

 This vow joins them forever now; bound by the shame of others
 Mothers and Fathers, who, bearing their own deep wounds
 Were also once victims, chained and shaking in their arm chairs  

 Redemption, for them both, this becomes his solemn pledge
 His creed, his faith, their hope; a promise he cannot break
 An oath unattainable when made, but, is ever undeniable

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