Splintered

t was another great morning

when I tried to awaken you

for suddenly

out of the stomach grew…..

an ache giving you quite a fright.

Moaning 

groaning 

holding your tummy

you twisted 

pleading 

begging me with teary eyes

to allow you to stay home.

Anger rose within my breast

my teeth grit

this is not first

not even the second

in this impasse.

I yelled.

Well…..

yelling…. 

it was not really yelling

I spoke loudly

harshly

telling you true…..

changes are coming 

you are going to be blue.

As I sit here

thinking

pondering what I have done…..

how I

have become too lenient

so permissive

it pains me to say…..

this mess is of my own making.

As I recall

recollect

words spoken

never to be unsaid

it magnifies

how splintered we are.

January 22/19