The Windows of My Soul: Empty Friendship (#62)

I only post one of Brenda’s poems today, not because this one is special… Well, ALL of her poems are special! But the next poem needs to be a featured by itself.

That doesn’t mean this one isn’t important. In a few short lines, she reaches deep into the soul of an abuser (her first husband, likely) and exposes the truth.


Empty Friendship (#62)
© Brenda
April 12, 1972

It was friendship, you know
Freely given, with trust
A glorious abandon
No strings, no fuss.

There was no reason for abuse
Unless out of fear to live
Was he afraid to give of himself
Or was nothing there to give?

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