The Iron Door Leaves Its Mark
Even though it’s less than two days
From being a year ago that we first reconnected,
And it has been nearly as long
Since you last spoke to me
As it was that you actually spoke to me,
You still manage to wreak havoc,
Cause damage, crush dreams,
Did you know you are that powerful?
You hurt me quite a bit.
You damaged my son.
You’ve mangaged, somehow, to bring my sister
To her knees as well. Have you any idea
Of the decimation of souls for which
You are at least partially responsible?
Do you ever think about that?
On this end, no one would quarrel with your right
To make the decision you made…but to
Close the iron door on all of us –
With no preparation, no hint of an after care program
For those left behind? You were wrong…
No matter what your reasons, there is no excuse
For such bad manners, such cruelty,
Such incomprehensible insensitivity.
Especially when you knew, without a doubt,
That closing the iron door like that was the worst
Possible thing you could do to me – to us.
You knew, always, that disappearing in that manner
Would exacerbate every feeling of self-hatred
And now, my sister cries and pines for her brother –
For the sister so destroyed, the nephew so confused.
She cannot understand how you, like her father,
Could just…POOF! Act like we never existed,
Throw us out with yesterday’s trash –
And go on your merry way with no thought
Of her. Or me. Or Alex.
With only thoughts of yourself.
She / We thought you were different.
You swore you were.
You were wrong to do it this way –
Especially since, like always,
YOU started it all –
YOU opened the iron door you had closed
Sixteen years before.
Yes, like always, YOU start it, then
Leave me to deal with the aftermath.
Oh, what difference does it make?
I just cried with my sister and said,
“Hey – welcome to the Land of the Lost* –
Where are you Cha-Ka?”
But there was no response.
* Land of the Lost – 1974 tv show; Cha-Ka is one of the characters.