September 24, 2007

  • aftermath

    24.9.07

     

    Millions of tiny claws

    Pull one away

    With a bit of flesh

    Another digs in

    Trying and sometimes flailing

    Away at

    Maybe not even hatred

    Just pathos and disgust

    Thousands of dollars

    And hundreds of hours

    Not even ending in frustration

    And the overwhelming emptiness

    Symbiotic with the claws

    Pulling down and tearing apart

    Inside

    Throughout all the corners

    Brushing away the cobwebs

    And struggling with the steel gates

    Questing for empathy

    And waiting for remorse

    Trying to push down the scales

    So that kindness feels the pull of gravity

    More than justice

    Somehow

    Day by day

    Darkness becomes gray

    The grip of the claws eases

    Or so I hope

     

    i am struggling after settling the custody litigation.  i pray that what the judge says is correct, that i made a decision that is in the best interest of my daughter, but to be honest, i feel that i should have sought justice instead.  i don't really know what to do, except to try and process and see what happens.