Wednesday, April 13, 2016

In Fear of Separation, A Selfish View

I send out my book as I send out my child,
Stuffed so full of glee, despair,
Of love and agony
Of heart,
Of nights awake and joy and fear,

With pride and dread
At the secret part
Of me the world might see.

Will they survive the burning flames,
The doubts of men,
New thoughts, new names,
That I did not intend?

And will they come to me again
Beloved or shamed?
And if I mend
Will I be cursed, or blamed?

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