Betrayal Always Brings Tears
I’m overwhelmed by thoughts of today;
what secrets have I hidden inside;
deep within; I have something to say;
secrets of that day that I died.
Layers of love have hidden the proof;
not allowing my mind to see;
a lifetime memory shouts the truth;
of someone trying to kill me.
I was only a child playing in the attic;
death had followed me there;
a memory foggy from a lifetime static;
falling down the attic stairs.
Testing a antique baby walker’s wheel;
squeezing to fit myself inside;
only confession would someday reveal;
truth of that day that I died.
I’d backed up to the edge of the floor;
not seeing an enemy encroach;
on life’s precipice; I moved even more;
unaware of death’s approach.
Wheels of the walker left the floor;
cartwheeling me to death below;
pushed by a brother; whom I adore;
unconscious; I’d never know.
From death, I was destined to awaken;
recurring headaches lasted for years;
whether I’d died; or was merely shaken;
betrayal always brings tears.
Monty 11.17.25. # 3,061