Jasmine Lamoureux

Beloate
English 12 p. 3
16 January 2019

Two.

Away I fly, from home to home.

Back to known from unknown.
Elsewhere from his indecency,
Towards her loving embrace.

Isolated I sit, staring and missing.

Wondering if it was something I’d done.
And bottle after bottle,
He drowned himself in intoxication.

Bruised I cry, yearning and hurting.

Beyond her damning hand.
Everyday brought yet another affliction,
She realized too late.

Dazzled I sing, inspiring and treasuring.

Consummating adulthood.
Forgiving and grateful for the life I lived,
Not a thing would be changed.