by The Cowl Editor on September 30, 2021
Poetry
by Anna Pomeroy ’23
I never liked hearing the truth.
It always scared me because
I would fear the worst
As the words slipped out of their mouths
With no point of return.
At age four, it was a struggle
For my parents to tell me they were getting
a divorce.
Sitting me down, their voices were hushed
By my shouts—
“No talking!”
I’d state demandingly
Thinking that if I were to not
Hear those words—
Those words that would eventually carry on with me through life—
It wouldn’t have to happen.