Poem
“I release you”
It is too late to be remorseful
You probably sincerely regret it
You might be biting your lips
And wondering what kind of mess you got yourself in
You think you can make amends by killing yourself to make it even
Or you may want to apologize
- God forbid you may want to offer a sacrifice, pay, whatever, offer up your own child as slave or as a lamb
We all know that would not bring her back
You should have thought of that in the first place
But no you were too caught up in your emotions and wants
With your pent up anger you ordered the commission
You paid the price, you paid the assassins
And you went on paying, trying to cover up your tracks
And save your head, spare your life
- which is priceless to you
Your motives were impure, you didn’t consider
Her children- oh some other kind, or not, woman would care for them
Her siblings- hmm how often do you see them around her, they’ll be fine
Her parents- well they have enjoyed her enough, they have other kids
Her husband- ah a young man he’s marry again and forget her shortly
What nonsense
What warped reasoning
What wickedness
What tainted wisdom and logic
What shame
Who can God say to, “This is my own beloved child, in whom I am well pleased.”
But in the midst of all these:
I release you
From my heart, my mind, vengeance, punishment, condemnation, hatred and yes death. I release you, you are free, you are free from me. i release you to God.
But to you my sister-
I miss you
- 1st May 2012
- 8.43pm
- Tina Tobo Clark
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