Disturbing Revelation

A drawing from the anonymous author
of this blog:
http://lieshurtmysanity.wordpress.com/

Unsettling, to come face to face
with ghost of monster that one thought
one knew, discover that the most
atrocious actions (the way that one believed)
were dismayingly,
discomfortingly
not.
Now there's grieving in disturbing revelation
of this nature, no doubt necessary to the process
of new closure, more to deal with, reeling
with revulsion, vision clear but thirty years too late.
Had one but spoken out about the evil things one saw
before one's eyes and mouth were craftily sewn
shut, if one had spoken up enough
when one still had the chance,
would it have made a difference
to the future,
tragic
circumstance?
One cannot know. But oh, one wishes,
with regret and wistfulness, that journey to the past
was possible, that one could change
some things once shrouded, now unmasked,
if not for one's own reasons,
then for those of other innocent who's spent
so many nights in
quiet
agony.




(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013


Have you ever known something was wrong but didn't say anything, and then after awhile you stopped thinking it was wrong? Did you ever wonder what happened because you were silent, and what might have been different? It was this line of thinking that prompted the poem.