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
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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