When I was little,
Escape remittal
I could hide in a cave
But the danger was grave
It was just in my head
The fear of the dread,
I didn't know
The cave was not my foe
I feared the thing that sheltered us
The thing that made us live
I should not have made a fuss
Fearing the thing that gives
I hid in a tree
And fell on my knee
I broke a bone
But hated the unknown
But now I know
The cave shelters me
Without it I'd simply die.
Categories:
remittal, care, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Unattached from the emotional bonding.
You don't owe me anything and me either.
Forgive the judgements I made to you.
Sometimes things are assumed without
having all the information needed.
Causing unnecessary disappointments and
misunderstandings.
Acquitting is the key to be in peace with
yourself.
Nayda Ivette
9-2-2015
Categories:
remittal, self,
Form: Free verse