Wielded Scar

 

I don't battle for my survival

rather my sanity

my middle class maddness envelopes me

emotional disconnect from

      my sons, my promised love

disconnect to divorce

separated to exodus enforced

so my mind is still reeling

my 2 year tears I'm still feeling

yet I still walk loves road of toll

yet I still live in love and love the role

yet I still long for the purity of change

yet I still long for my pain rearranged

cause my unchanged mistakes caused my riot

and forced my anger far beyond quiet

now I search within without fear

with hope determined not to push those near

too far and manage to keep clear

who I am and who they are

who I'm to become and still kiss the scar...

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

I think you nailed it, if that was what they were asking for. You have an ability to give a tangible accounting of life as you know it. Nothing's better than being able to read a poet and tell that it comes from within the soul.

Excellent piece of writing.

Keep scribing!