Nowhere to Turn
swallow irises, blue,
terrify. Super-mom's cape
lies crumpled in a corner
no longer able to soothe,
her son's tone increasingly
belligerent. She fears the moment,
(it always comes) when calculated
rage shakes loose, consumes.
Hugs him closely as he kicks
and screams "I'll get my revenge".
Mental illness ravages her son.
Help might arrive if a crime he commits,
until then a 13 year old boy's family
has nowhere to turn.
by Margaret Bednar, December 16, 2012
This is for Imaginary Garden With Real Toad's, Sunday Mini-Challenge "Doll's Revisited".
I, along with most of you, are devastated with what happened in a Connecticut elementary school a few days ago. HERE. I am particularly moved by a father's response that he isn't angry at the killer. The killer practiced free will and chose evil, the father will choose love.
I paraphrased that, but this sentiment, uttered by a man who is grieving for his five year old daughter's murder is truly heroic. I was going to write a poem about this, but came across the following article. I think it needs to be read and circulated. My poem above isn't really my own as I borrowed a few lines from the author of the article I have linked below.
"I Am Adam Lanza's Mother".