In those days
You were the one
CRYING to be absolved,
BEGGING to be understood,
RUNNING from another storm,
FRAGMENTED by loquacious poets,
Words were but grains of sand
Muffed by an awkward wind,
And you remained mute...
.
Something despicable had
Crept upon your artless heart sissing.
His affair - surly and flexed - was crouching
On the garden you had faithfully tended.
And no music could chasten
The emotional savageness
You were experiencing.
You’d been betrayed,
And in your heart
You felt your dreams
Clambering along razors...
.
In a rage of tears you watched
Fidelity’s tender wings being torn off;
But purpose kept you still and grounded.
And in your heart you endured
Amidst the wreckage;
Willing to cast off,
Willing to understand,
Willing to begin anew, and
Willing to rebuild and replenish...
.
Your lastingness and strength was a gift,
And you were attuned to voices speaking LIGHT...

richard lloyd cederberg
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