I had no idea till you told me that you had cried for over a year for the filth and shame happened in the old house which was covered in ivies.
I had no idea till you told me that you decided to break the silence because you couldn’t bear to see your son withering away with collapsed veins.
I had no idea till you told me about the sin and crime committed for three generations still robbing you and your children of a chance of peace.
I had no idea…
Now I understand why you appeared to be over sensitive, defensive, jumpy and sad all at the same time.
Now I understand why every time I saw you off, your silhouette in the street light is always frail and heavy laden.
Now I understand.
*This piece is written based on The Living Poetry prompt word – Silhouette