Memory Shouldn’t Be
Memory
shouldn't be
shards of a broken dream.
Secret pain
shouldn't strain
breathlessly to scream.
I know the where.
I know the when.
I know the who too well.
Believe me or believe me not
I have a truth to tell.
But Mother, if you cannot hear
I'll keep your peace.
A day, a year. Forever,
if you doubt and fear
convinces me to silence.
Your Honor, if the proof you seek
is rusted, lost,
too old, too weak, forgotten,
then I shall not speak.
Dismiss my plea with silence.
It matters not who hears the voice;
Once I have understood,
the thunder of the truth untold
will echo in the wood
and judges naked in their robes
will shudder at the gate.
How thin the cloth of innocence
against the chill of hate
Memory
shouldn't be
shards of a broken dream.
Secret pain
shouldn't strain
breathlessly to scream.
I know the where.
I know the when.
I know the who too well.
Believe me or believe me not
I have a truth to tell.