The Recklessly Abandoned

We are wounded and slow to healing. We don't want to feel what we are feeling. We feel so crippled by your lies. We feel a pain in our chests when we think of your eyes. You're so hurt. So hurt. So hurt. But it was you who chose this family to desert. You can't erase the pain by picking up a bottle— by taking another swallow. You’ll only be drowned in more guilt tomorrow. You take another hit and you swear “This is it!” Will you ever learn? Will you ever quit? Yes! You could guess we were full of anger. You! You chose to make yourself a stranger. You chose to raise them on your own. You chose to take that road alone. You chose to make this decision. You executed it with such precision! When we are older I hope you see who we are. I hope you’ll be glad that that we made it this far. When we are older we will be angry no longer. Because it is love—not hate! — That made us stronger. When we are older we will understand. You didn’t plan to leave this ship unmanned. But all we feel right now is recklessly abandoned. Lord knows for ourselves this is not what we envisioned.