A poem about accountability

Surreal art of two men gesturing for silence, title The Silent Accomplice.

The “Silent Accomplice”

Some of these poems I have been posting the last few days are deeply personal, but I don’t mind sharing them because they will also be instructional to anyone going through anything similar.

Abuse creates dependence. That’s the goal of it. It’s sort of hanging on too tight.

When you break the cycle of abuse, you come to realizations all of a sudden, and this was weeks ago now I cut off my family. It’s only now I’m truly reckoning with what happened to me and how it affected every relationship I’ve ever had in my life.

So bear with me if you find that cringey. It’s for those who need to hear it. Love you.

-Benjamin Stone


You probably think you were the silent accomplice.

You can live with yourself that way.

But I lived through all your abuse,

And now I have something to say

No one escapes from the harm they inflict

And you certainly will not either.

In fact you are doing it now.

How’s accountability taste, Mother?

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