My memory draws back in time
a recalling of those indelible episodes
revered moments as well as the cursed
view in replay by the eyes of my conscience
important events that had made what I am now
noteworthy of review as those were part of me.
Memoirs of childhood make me ponder
of the vulnerability of my being innocent
rules seemed rude and freedom elusive
a youth chained in solitude and paranoia
great was my need for true consolation
as though I cannnot held to thrive anymore.
Behold, God had enlightened my soul
reared by His love I have regained light
and found reason to breath the life of love
to sustain better living and share to others
overwhelming blessings and forgiveness.
What a wise poem. Thank you for sharing what you see from your own personal window on the world. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes this is a wise poem...thank you for sharing.....All the best, Diane