It's Good Friday.....

.....do you know where your good friends are?

Well, here I am tonight, trying to party.....and doing a bang-up job of it, if I may say so meself....

But someone whispered in my ear that my poetry speaks volumes, and that knocked my socks off.  I have always considered my poetry to be rather dark and depressing, based on feedback from family and friends throughout the years, but recently I've been told that it's pretty good.

So, thus encouraged, I'd like to post a poem that I wrote a few years ago, about the touchy subject of abuse.  Depressing as it is, abuse does exist.  I am a lucky survivor -- so many women, children, and even men, are not.

Whatever any of you get out of this poem,  I just want to say that I'm grateful to get it out of my system, and into your heads.

Thank you for reading my stuff, if you care to:

Sorry

Walking in the door
Entering her home
Eyes darting 'round
She wants to be alone

Putting down her bags
Stepping 'round with care
Moving through the rooms
Hoping he's not there

And he's not there
And she's not sorry
But she feels sorry
She's always sorry

Heart is beating hard
Later when he comes
He wants to make love
She just wants to run

Sheltering her pain
Hiding all her fear
But how she wants to cringe
Whenever he is near

Cuz he hit her
And he's sorry
He says he's sorry
He's always sorry

Yeah he hit her
And he's sorry
He says he's sorry
He's always sorry

What makes you think just because she loves you
You can do this?
What makes you think that she'll stay and keep
Suffering through this?

So she left him
He is so sorry
He says he's sorry
Forever sorry

Yeah she left him
And she's not sorry
She is not sorry
She's never sorry