To You a Plea

T O Y O U A P L E A This poem to you I write today. Your voice this morning awoke. The sleeping beast I, nightmare, chains… I’m lost again. Killed once more. Plead you my friend hold key closed door. Kinship hope. or ancient soul. You to bring me out this hole. Pushed right in, husband no friend. Hate replaced my love he send. Children too, laughed and played while mommies life turned dismay. Day to day my grief replaced an anger storm of disbelief. A storm so violent ragging war. Reduced me to my own worst whore…. Who I became I see indeed and now I plea and beg to be free… a special soul of friendship need. Take my hand that we may stand, never in judgment. Our pledge of alliance. To be all that God and Art Have seeded. Creative makers must you and me on our journey friendship sea. For lover arms beget relationship prisons… Plus, a dime a dozen. Value placed not on true friendship got, not to rot not forgot. And so end my poetic plea. Begging, pleading… Set me free.