Why?

I am sick and tired of asking 'why?'

'Why did he do it?'

'Why did she stay?'

Why?

The voices of cries hit me like pungent smells,

That make me gag.

The pit of my stomach roars with silent ferocity,

And the blood in my veins run cold.

'Why?'

The confusion of this immature display,

Leaves me restless,

All night I lay wide awake.

Questioning, 'why?'

Does the very word woman?

Disturb you.

Does the very word wife?

Give you the satisfaction of hurting her.

Or someone's Mother?

Did you ever consider what her child would think- would feel?

Did you ever consider your actions a display for your son?

He would grow up scared everyday.

A slight octave in his voice and he will tremble,

Too afraid to end up like 'you'

Too afraid to allow his monster's to take over.

So he chooses darkness.

He drowns his soul with fire water,

And tames his beast with nicotine.

Why?

Did you ever consider your actions a display for your daughter?

She would grow up loving useless man.

A slight thought on her career and what follows is sinister.

Her husband would break her,

Physically, mentally, emotionally...

And she would tumble into despair.

Pills and whiskey would sound smooth in her ears,

Depression, anxiety, toxicity-all silenced.

After she is silenced.

Why?

You see I understand,

The cycle of hurt,

In order to hurt you need to get hurt first.

But what I don't understand is-

Why hurt each other?

Why break each other?

Why stay in this cycle?

Why?

I petition for change,

Change is not easy, I know.

But it takes one link to start a chain reaction,

Let's break this cycle of the past,

Let's strive for better tomorrow's.

So what better day then- today?