Perhaps fear was designed to protect you,
And if that’s the case, why haven't you allowed it to?
I already know what you're going to say- what's meant to be, will be
But if that’s the case, I will forever disagree.
Deep inside I know that you should’ve had more time,
However, the case is set, you have done your crime.
Why did you have to pick up the shovel?
It’s a simple question, no need to muddle.
“Oh darling, my darling,” our mother shrilled
All the while, you stood on that pedestal looking fulfilled.
I hardly recognize your vacant, empty tone.
Does that satisfy you, knowing you hit bone?
I remember it as though it were clear as day,
The sound of the screams, the sight of your dismay.
I understood you had your “moments” every now and then,
But facts stand taller than feelings- I was only ten.
I admit that I startled you, I understand, I see that now.
Please forgive me for what I have caused, some way, somehow.
But do me one quick favor, while I have your time.
Admit to me that you’re sorry for the trauma, guilt, and grime.
I’ve made mistakes myself, like scaring you late that night,
But even the judge agrees- nothing explains you putting up a fight.
This is why I believe fear failed to protect you,
Protect you from the physical, mental, and emotional pain you put me through.
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Isabella is an undergraduate student who lives in Hagerstown, Maryland. Currently, she has no professional experience with writing. She is an emerging writer currently attending Hagerstown Community College.