Ghosted Love

I never got to meet you.
You never got to hold me.
I was a fool
falling for you.
You were so confused.
Wife
children
how could I compete?
Your voice
I heard
I felt to my core
dreaming of days to come
when I would be yours.
Feel your lips.
Feel your hands.
Feel you.
I knew with certainty
that this would fail
whatever it is that we had
and again 
proven right
realizing I have no recourse
no tears can I shed
in remorse.
It is not a wonder
family for you
always shall come first
recognize that I can.
What I fell for 
a fantasy
a dream
never to be achieved
realized
I must accept.
I fell in love with a dream.
I mourn a ghost
for I knew you not.
 
©Oct. 4/21
Picture is my own

Blessed Be

I wrote this poem at the end of 2019.

Thursday Sept. 30/21 was the first Truth and Reconciliation Day. It is a Federal holiday and it is a day to learn of the abuses faced by the Indigenous of this country. To listen. To hear. To participate in the healing. Finding this poem this morning and reading it made me realize that this poem suits what we are discovering today.

Blessed be
the child you brought to me
set forth
allowed me the temptation.
It is not my fault
this is how I am made.
I am sorry my Lord
forgive me
you have made me as such
despite the pain
the atrocities
you comfort me
keep me within the fold
allow me the cover
to continue my evil.
Hide your head
those children you should have protected
marred
brutalized
still you smile
still you laugh
shaking your fingers
adding sin after sin
while hiding
defending
the one who should
truly
be hair shirted to hell.
Moved
forgotten
horror driven
suicide
rape
more abuse
all because
men are in power
protecting the guilty
forfeit the innocent
all in the name of our Lord
Jesus Christ.
©Dec. 30/19
Picture is my own