You make it look so simple
to deceive, abuse, deny
You pull it off, so natural,
then cheat, con, steal and lie
You think “inconsequential”
loss of trust, faith, family ties
Then you drown in guilt and sorrow
as you ponder how? and why?
I wonder
how much longer
we’ll put up with this
out of my hands this crisis nothing more to be done out of my hands he's lifeless gone, my sweet loving son out of my hands time priceless years 'fore addiction'd begun out of my hands still sleepless how I wish treatment had won out of my hands
*grateful this is not based on my reality. sad it is based on another's.
Written for d'Verse... we adopted a baby 20 years ago. His birth mom took him back just before final papers.
“Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
~ excerpted from”The Summer Day“
by Mary Oliver
I will not falter,
Crater or fail.
I have big plans
I AM not frail.
I shall prevail.
~
I plan
To live big, know my mind, speak my truth
Love beyond limits, be both proper, uncouth
I plan to embrace opportunity, chance
Plan to create family, joy and romance
I plan to live long, or perhaps short
Really ~ who knows?
But regardless
I plan
♥
To embrace,
Knowing
I chose
This
Way
This wild and precious wonder.
No regrets
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