This is How we Lost!

T his is How we Lost Going through a divorce, Or a separation, Is like experiencing a world war, Firsthand. Only, nobody else around you Is going through it. So, You suffer in silence. People ask you to put down Your defence systems, And hug or shake hands Because it makes them Uncomfortable. While your home, And your family Is ransacked everyday And every night By your enemies. While you suffer to survive Hour-by-hour, Pushing away The PTSD And the memories Of the things That you have seen And experienced. Every-single-time that you Are triggered By the ongoing violence All around you, You need to pretend that Everything is ok. Put on a happy face Cry me a river Build me a bridge And Get over it Because everyone else Around you Is living their happy, Peaceful Lives. If a tree falls, And you don’t see it, Did it really make a sound? And they wonder, What is wrong with you? You try to open your mouth To tell them, But They close their eyes And ears Because war hurts everyone. They walk away. It’s not their issue. Get over it. If it can’t be proved Without A shadow Of a doubt, If nobody Wants To get involved, And Nobody wants to hear it, Then did it really happen? So, you constantly live In secret shadows. They don’t see The bruises On your kids, Under their sweater And pants Or the late-night Visit To the police station, Where you made That report Again To that officer Or to the hospital. Waiting long hours In the waiting room To tell the doctor About Your baby’s bruises. They don’t know All the painful emails That you have to read That re-traumatize you From the violence that Happened to you. That You experienced Again, and again. Each-and-everyday. Alone. What is wrong with you? Grow up! Move on! It’s for the kids… They do not see And experience All the unheeded complaints Made to CFS Because you are the other Parent.