The carpet wet with her tears – v2

The familiar strange with newness,
secret conversations, in the hallway, the kitchen,
acting as a mediator, a go between,
standing between hostile forces.

One voice raised against the others,
contorted, twisted in pain, in rage.
Shocked at the lies, the betrayal
the choosing, the picking of sides.

The carpet wet with her tears, in the sanctuary,
hot with her shouts, her cries in anguish,
Raised to her protector, her father,
Gone now, in the grave.

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Edited January 21, 2024
The carpet wet with her tears – v2
 
February 16, 2022
The carpet wet with her tears
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