Dreaming Of Being Christine… Poem by Margaret Alice

Of redeeming
the phantom himself
lifting him up
from loneliness
and self-loathing
into acceptance
of the sacred
beauty of
life

Both my attempts
to lift up two phantoms
scarred humans, one
on the outside
the other on the
inside, came to
naught

Life is fraught
with disappointment
of this sort - because
all have free will
to set their own
course

I cannot give
unconditional acceptance
probably because
I have never tasted
such things
myself…