A horror abound, hidden inside
The repentance and guilt she had denied
The words all those years, left unsaid
And now tracked her dampened cheeks instead

A fragile bridge to the other side
A side where the hurt has always died
Step by step, she tip-toes across
Behind her chases the pain and the loss

The bridge shudders, brittle and frail
She starts sprinting, to no avail
Churning waters below, calling her name
Speaking of pity and fault and shame

A glow in her darkness, concluded and bright
A single star that can light up the night
Blame and despair morphs decided
Where hope remained, small and guided

In that moment, she must begin to choose
If there’ll be whites mixed in with the blues
If she should stop running and turn back to fight
Or give in to the neglects and the blight

She knows this burdens not hers to take
To be shackled and chained by other’s mistakes
So instead of hearing the burn of the woe
She spreads her wings and starts to let go

-- OrcasTogether