16 October 2018

I would believe him


I would believe him
if he says
'I don't remember'
because who
remembers
every
      curiosity satisfied
      strength exerted
      small pleasure taken
      destructive act towards another
our brains 
do not 
work that way
I surely do not
remember, but
I hope 
      that I am wise enough to know
            that what I do or do not
                  remember does not change
                  what did or did not happen
                  to anyone else
      that when someone says
'you hurt me when you did this'
      that I will be humble enough and strong enough to remember and say
'I am sorry I did that to you.'
Can you forgive me? What
can I do 
for you 
to atone?'
      that I will not lash out
      that in the hot moment of shame
            when accused of wrongdoing
            I will not lie
            by saying it didn't happen
            simply because 
            I don't remember
as if I believed 
that what I remember
could possibly 
change reality
I don't believe that someone
who does not know this truth
of how the mind works,
      that what we remember is not reality,
should be given
power over others
to abuse

09 October 2018

What it costs to believe



My mother said
she
believes
me.
It costs
her nothing
now to say
she would have
given up the church
that helped keep
her alive
if I had told
and the church
had not
believed me
then.  When she said that,
I believed
my mother. 

I
believed
my mother
until we talked, and I
discovered that
my mother
does not believe
a woman coming
forward now with
nothing to gain and
everything to lose,
a grown woman
telling now,
when it costs
this woman
something
(maybe everything). 

Believing this woman
would cost
my mother something
that she is not willing
to pay, and I wonder
if my mother really
would
believe
me
if it cost
her something,
and I find
I don't know
if I believe
she would.




This is a well-written, short prose piece from Rachael Denhollander on the same topic.  I highly recommend it.

08 October 2018

falling

this autumn I hurt
in all the broken places
fingers to feet to heart