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Lament was so excited
He had finally reached the age
Where he discovered the meaning
Of his name, so that he could gage
....his future

As the clan gathered
Into a circle around the fire
Tears of sorrow and grief
Lined their faces, as he began to desire
....no name

His "father" spoke a truth
Nothing or no one wanted to hear
"You were left in the woods
After the battle, so we took you into our fear
...of the gods

No child is to be left alone
But you are not part of our clan
We vowed to raise you
Until this day, when you become a man
...of no land

Your name means sorrow and grief
And identifies you as a bastard child
No matter where you go
Your name will cause you rejection, like the wild
....animal without a home"

Lament picked up his belongings
And walked away with crooked bow on his back
He finally understood the why
Of  his life, always needing, and constant lack
....of basic necessities

Along his journey, he met a man
A wanderer in the desert of time
He gave him a huge bag of  goods
That would entertain, as he dealt with his mind
....of intense rage

A few years down the road
He met a woman with a red coat
Who offered him wine for sorrow
And a harp, to play out, note by note
...his grievances

By the time Lament saw the next man
He yelled out, "I can't carry anymore stuff!"
The man, in patient assurance
Asked, "So you have had enough
...of seeking your own?"

Lament laid down his burden
And walked away from all he had known
For the hope of seeing fruit
From the constant toil and struggle, in the seeds he'd sown
...throughout his journey

After decades of walking with the man
Lament was given a brand new name
His name became Isaac
Laughter, in sorrow, means he would never be the same
...bastard, as before

He found out who his true father is
He created the ground Isaac walked upon
Every moment with with the man
Strengthened and solidified, the eternal bond
...of belonging

One day, the man asked Issac
"Where is your bow that made you a man?"
He answered, "It was crooked
So I left it behind, with the clan
...who gave me my name"

Toward the end of his life
Isaac met a clan member on the road
Who shouted out, "Lament"
But Isaac didn't respond, to the name with a goad
...of rejection

He walked on....fully accepted

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-20-2019
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