My walking stick in hand
I speak to myself
Without answering
About the waste of time
I could have
More thoroughly
Utilized.
Reflecting
On the mountain trail-
Of sister’s I never knew
Who if asked
Could have warned
Of their minds
Broken and hurt.
I regret
Not hearing
Their quiet pleas,
And for years
Ignoring my own-
Never seeing
His tight control.
My heart
Shocked to life.
I gather courage.
Marriage ruined-
And still he hides
Behind
swollen pride.
I don't do poetry, simply because I don't have the patience to write it. To me though, this seems perfect. Very well written and full of emotion. Great work!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend and regards to your family. ;-)
A great piece reflecting on the pain of shifting relationships and the disappointments that they hold.
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