Lifespace

Please grant me space, I want to live freed from past failure. A few forgotten triumphs, however thin, occasionally glimpsed thru' polished armour; never a crusading knight advancing religion, faith or creed, instead, offering taken-for-granted service to fellow humans for small recompense. Sequel to a long preparation in lowly work, inducing contempt of others in looks, words and deeds. Married, with dutiful mate sharing the happy burden, keeping house, bringing up children, now grown and fled. Recollections - ragged claws of acute acrimony grate on past-inflicted sores. Let me bury these now, and find space here, where I want to live.