For reasons now I can’t explain
The tenets made appear in vain
Although the commitment was always there
The path I chose I couldn’t share
I don’t know why I did it
But the love I had I hid it
The price wrought is not mine alone
But the anguish bought is mine to own
The years are passing with no redress
Confinement has its own duress
But now as the winds of freedom blow
My lament is do they want to know,
Where I am and how I’m fairing?
The terror that they’re beyond caring
I wish I could get into their minds
To see of me as they see
Perhaps be the father they want me to be
The pain they give me is a measure of my love
I fear their pain is easing
I fear they have no pain
So sorry.
Connie
I am left with a sadness after reading your poem, David.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Anna
this weeps my heart of emotions
for myself knowing & also for others not knowing
and this David:
"The price wrought is not mine alone
But the anguish bought is mine to own"
what an awesome pair of meaningful phrasing which can
be applied to so many paths & choices we make in life...
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