In Due Time

I have been betrayed,

But I’m free now.

Where do I go?

What do I do?

I have no home...

I’m so angry and full of hate!

What am I doing?

What have I become?

I use to be one with peace.

Fury causes such tragedy!

I,

Who I have become,

This is what saddens me.

I will no longer dread this way.

To make amends

And I will do all that I can!

I offer my apologies.

I not require food or drink because love drives this body.

I see now,

But sight won’t bring back loved ones.

To find peace within me?

I try to neutralize the barrier.

Simplicity is best against the reflectors.

I’m left with a few bruises and lots of tears,

But there’s no rest for the weary.

There’s no hammer nor chisel,

If placed correctly...

Everything fits in perfect harmony.

Trapped and a fool I must be to be thinking that I was free.

This abomination cannot be born.

The ache I embrace.

Acceptance will release the pain.

Risking my life for the very thing that has kept me enslaved.

Not resisting,

But absorbing and showing true strength.

Freely free.

I no longer have to be a slave!

Distributing intelligence and not polluting the minds.

Good riddance to suffering!

I now live with patience and courage gives me power and an ability to transmute.

I give my good wishes to my home I have yet to find.

In due time you will be mine,

But for now I have my only two best friends:

The paper and pen.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the description of life and journey.
"I give my good wishes to my home I have yet to find.
In due time you will be mine,
But for now I have my only two best friends:
The paper and pen."
The above lines stood out and needed goal and place to know. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[sinNsincerity]

My two friends and tools to help document the journey...
Thank you so much for reading, I'm really glad you enjoyed it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.

[JayceeC]

David, you have been through much heartache, and it pours out in your writing. The first part of this is incredibly sad and tragic. Loosing family for any reason is painful, but when you struggle to reconcile, it leaves lasting scars and the faint taste of bitterness long after you move on.
Throughout the rest, you are growing in faith and spirit to move through the pain. This is the part of you I most admire. You do not dwell in the pain that is so evident; you hand it over, and trust that it will get better. That is the attitude of the faithful, and the hallmark of a survivor.
This brings to mind a favorite quote from Robert Frost's "Death of a Hired Man" that states "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." Most people look at this as cynical. I've always interpreted it as the bonds of love and care make it impossible to turn you away, and it's the place you most want to be. In this case he chose to come back and die at the farm where he'd worked for years and felt belonging rather than go to his brother, the town banker, who never had time for him. Home is where the heart is, and I hope you find yours soon.

[sinNsincerity]

Slowly but surly I'll get there. And I don't find that quote cynical either.
My faith and writing are the only things that carry me and I would be nothing without them and I'm happy with that. Everything else is extra and more blessings to come.
Thank you Jan, I really loved what you have to say!

[JayceeC]

Always enjoy reading your work.

[marcus]

Friends will come and go, but your thoughts will always be your own.

[sinNsincerity]

Touche'
Thanks for reading Marcus.

[wordman]

bad situations sometimes can bring out the best in you

[sinNsincerity]

All depends on perspective. I agree!

[Maja]

"I give my good wishes to my home I have yet to find.
In due time you will be mine,
But for now I have my only two best friends:
The paper and pen."

I enjoyed how the ending gave the whole poem so much sense, like you were finding your home in your own thoughts, in your writing - and you were admitting it in those final four lines.

[sinNsincerity]

I wrote this at a time when I was homeless and very alone. The reality was I could keep on dreading, or pick my head up and have faith in something greater...

[Jamestown]

Another fantastic piece of work from my talented brother!
Raw, real and full of hope:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[sinNsincerity]

Always hope and failure is non existent. There's always tomorrow!

[Confuser]

Sin In Sincerity: There are many free flowing thoughts in this writing for me to absorb. We all need love; and I can relate to a home without love; the feelings of nothingness you have expressed quite well. In Due Time, great title and that is something I do believe in. You are courageous to express your feelings of sadness (if they are yours). They are inspiring to me. I have yet to try to write a poem that would convey my true feelings; for that I thank you. Other people will relate to this poem as well: I cannot bring back my love ones>>>oh what powerful honest words. Our hearts break, sometimes it seems over and over and as for me I pray, make it go away; or have at some points in my life. I love the transition to hopefullness; not hate, not anger, but I do understand. Please keep writing: Thank you so very much! Dale: (I (do) not require: I, Who have become)..please don't get mad...I make some many mistakes...(probably in this review)...The ending is SO SOMBER...great writing.

[sinNsincerity]

I wrote that at a time when I was homeless, so in fact they are my feelings and I'm really happy your found some inspiration.
I would never be mad, Thank you so much for reading Dale.

[Confuser]

Thank you.....& you're welcome!