You don’t know me.
You don’t know what strength it takes
To stay silent
While your daughters are thrown to ravening wolves
By your husband.
You don’t know what battles are waged
in darkened tents
Where my Lot in life sleeps soundly
As I lie awake.
You don’t even know my name.
You never heard a word I said.
To you, I’m just a cautionary tale.
I’m unsavory…
But I haunt the pages of Genesis
with my silent backward glance,
My naked sorrow,
My stunned horror,
My unrepentant fury.
I am the strength of Sodom.
I am the grief of Gomorrah.
I am good for nothing.
I am the Pillar of Salt.
“Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost its savor, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out and trodden under foot of men.” -Matthew 5:13