The Pain of Love
When I was young,
love was breath
and heartbeat--
and fear of Mama,
offset by the comfort
of my lovely Nana.
And my father--
where was he?
Then I entered manhood-
fierce and stark, knowing
women before I knew them.
My lust for their bodies
kept my love at bay--
like a cowed dog it
whimpered, only
longing to be petted.
I was not kind but not
cruel, eagerly entering
their bodies while ignoring,
nay, fearing their
loving souls.
Then one spring day
the hollow man I had
become cracked open,
and my unknown,
unseen soul spilled
out into that river:
its dark fierce waters
of despair driving it
towards that ocean
of utter blackness.
Something saved me,
returned first my body,
then my mind to the
world, to this world.
The One I had forgotten,
ignored, showed mercy,
showed me my real being,
a soul without beginning,
without ending--truly
made in His image.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
