by Wanda George

Created on: April 13, 2011

Carry the secrets at all costs
forty years of love lost

Never giving thought to the price
another pays for your vice

Judgments and assumptions
rob me by deduction

All it would take to clarify
the admission could rectify

Beliefs of one’s bad spirit
free them from beneath it

Repeatedly accused
of trouble making abuse

While you shine in the eyes
of those hidden from the lies

And, I, the carrier of shame
living with a bad name

Struggle to hold up my head
misunderstood and misread

Wondering if there will be a day
I can see a better way

To break free of the hurt
inflicted on me by dirt

Not mine to carry and bear
yet at my heart it still tears

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