They tell me it will be all right
and for a moment, I am smiling
held by their belief and safety
until the door opens and I can feel
the cold waiting and his unsmiling eyes
blinding the future with hate.
They say I will learn to trust
again, I try to hold myself within
the shelter they've created,
but where do I go from here ?
It's so easy for others to believe,
without really understanding the depth
of terror that lives in each breath taken,
whether it be night or day.
No one can see unless they have seen
the eyes of one who has been
to hell and back and even then,
unless the door only swings one way,
There is always a way to come back in
if only in remembrance of the promises,
he made when she left.
(c) Debby Sorensen Carlson