Surfaced

I hate that what you are doing surfaced a memory
A memory I am trying to forget
The kind of horror show that ends in dignity erased
But if you really want to know what happened
I will tell you in confidence
Because people will think “oh that’s nothing”
Until they hear my age
And the indifferences turns to horror
Now I bear the scars of that torment daily
But off I am to go, to be my best and love for others
To love my enemies whose venomous voices
Are there to serve only themselves
To walk forward with the burden of intense suffering
My anger turned into swirling forgiveness and love
A soothing voice of God that they will have their due
Lingers in my mind, heart, and soul
Trusting in love is the way, truthfully
I say that even now while my anger pours out wrath