It is easy to blame those who can not speak.
To curse the horrible acts they committed.
What a release of pain and anguish, knowing you are not at fault.
To scream, throw your hands up and call them the worst names possible.
Such a relief, realizing you are not to blame. You can be set free, unchained by the memories. There is a way out of this darkness…
Then you stop; realizing you are yelling at the stars and raising your fists to the moon.
Each day the pain returns and the true culprits will never be brought to justice, feel your wrath or regret.
In a sudden moment, you realize you are not free at all. There is no relief for those left behind.