“In your painful echo of what did not go right
The shackles you provide offer nothing more than Shame
On you and your family
What did you gain?
What gifts do you offer at this time?
Your children surely see
Anger and Shame seem to be your game
Only placing blame
Pain on your ex
Spreading to the rest
Offering nothing that will ever be gained
by the birth of your child
Nor honoring her name
Your actions offer sorrow to all those involved
The roads you pave are only borrowed
From your narcissistic mirror
Lit by pride
Wishing others to be inferior
You walk inside
Really in solitude
Your death is your only path
The “love light” will only dim in your wrath
Your wrath much brighter then the love given you
Shadows alluding you
This love thing
Seems so lame
As you force children to wallow to your pain
Guilting them into your Shame
Haunting them with your fears
Arnt you the sweetest of dears?
what gifts can you offer?
Sucking the light out of their shaft
Sadness is the path
Only you know
And in that you fill others with sorrow
Leaves you alone again
What gifts can you offer them?
What gifts can you offer
when even you– yourself can not live?
—Rustie MacDonald, author