Tuesday, February 16, 2010

2/16

To my friend's gentle query: Compunction describes my transgression.
Shame and regret for not doing more remains lashed through me.
I must learn to live with it.

I'll learn to walk, to cook, to move though the world alone.
And learn how strong my single friends are in their aloness.
I did not know.

These next steps frighten me, where and how do I go now?
How does sweet life continue through this wilderness morass?
I hardly know.

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