Crossroads
His words came back to haunt me
Coming from the mouth of my husband
It tore wide-open old wounds
That was beginning to heal
I felt the pain raw and searing
Gripping and pulling me apart
I am blinded by the image
Of his words mocking and calling after me
I stumbled out of the courtroom
Wrapped in a blanket of rage
That he would reach me from beyond the grave
To tell me I told you so
The verdict is read
The accusers are silent
The accused set free
Justice served
Everyone moved on
As the sirens rang
Telling of the danger
Still mocking me more
Remembering the words
Spoken by my father
Echoed by my husband
That tore me apart
No time to ponder
The depths of the wound
Inflicted by my father
Driven home by my husband
We raced to the battle station
Getting ready to defend
Words spoken by my father
Echoed by my husband