debbie millman

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Poem: Hope

The guilt is palpable.
I should apologize for what was ugly and depraved.

I remember and think:
They never saw it coming, this sad damaged girl
With the broken heart and the bad will.

I look up now.

Why do we do what we do?

All these years later I still blame you for
breaking me in, taking what you wanted
making me want to love you anyway.

I shudder now with helplessness.
A toddler, really. Wishing for mercy
while knowing we are doomed.


Anonymous emily said...

your a wonderful writer.
i could read this one poem over and over.
it so perfectly describes how i'm feeling lately.

3/13/2006 09:42:00 PM  
Blogger debbie millman said...

thank you so much, emily...

3/14/2006 01:16:00 AM  

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