Seeing the after-image
Of a bomb dropped
15 years past.
And I still feel the wound
That is left in me.
I covered it up
It "healed" over.
And I never forgot
Or forgave
The people on the other end.
Doing their best
Living their life
In a perspective I could not
And did not try to understand.
You feel betrayed when
Caught
In the crossfire of
A team mate.
Trust is gone, yet there
They stand.
Beside you.
Those events happened
I'm not asking for repression.
But now it's my turn to move forward.
Because though you cast the first stone,
I betrayed you too.
When I turned around
And became a wall.