full circle

. . .from an upward battle of struggles and emotions to a journey of healing, growth, and laughter. . .

going home

Scarred affection took me away from there
Your donation of hurt too much to bear.
As my pen creates yet another page,
Pain inside interlocks with rage.

A new month brings still no response from you
Continuous hope becomes an anger so true.
Your lack of guilt and subsequent assault
Contribution made; I do not claim all fault.

My eyes had sent tears as skies send rain
Not washed away, left permanent stain.
Sleeping desires: only mine to hold
Familiar doubts that my actions I control.

Thoughts in me on the edge to stray
Spontaneous agreement if asked to stay.
Confession exists within this poem
To reveal my fear of going home.

© 1995 Elle Communications

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