The Unforgiven Poem by Papillion Hejduk

With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all her thoughts
The young woman struggles on
A vow unto her own
That never from this day
Her will they’ll take away

They dedicate their lives
To running all of hers
She tries to please them all
This bitter woman she is
Throughout her life the same
She’s battled constantly
This fight she cannot win
A tired woman they see no longer cares
The old woman then prepares
To die regretfully
That old woman here is me