It is your birthday today.
I wish you felt guilt. I wish,
that I could press the pain on you
that I sat through as an innocent child
and that haunts me now,
as I love my own.
I wish, that the people around
family, neighbours, friends,
had just said something. Stopped me
from feeling so alone, when
I was banished to the doorstep
in the dark.
They didn’t want to ‘get involved’
not then, and not now. Really?
How do you justify
living that kind of lie,
I say these things with purpose
and you never pause to ask why.