Excusing Everything Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I often wondered what my life would be like,
If I had the luxury of being protected.
With a sheltering from harm,
Every step of the way.
And to accuse someone,
For abandoning my sense of feeling safe...
Whenever they temporarily went away.

And...
Upon their return,
A look I would give would riddle them with guilt.
To then be cuddled with assurance,
That everything was okay.
And I could live excusing everything I did.