Master, Me Poem by Bonnie Shipman
Master, Me
those failed moments when i spoke out of turn
tell me, daddy, they didn't
master me
that urge to spend myself on temporary pleasures
tell me, dearest, it didn't
master me
the rising frustrations which burst to burn my family
tell me, friend God, they didn't
master me
that sorrow of despair, defeat, questioning recovery
hold me, Father, and fully
master me
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4/18/2024 3:27:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
an interesting and intriguing poem, unique in stylistic simplicity, thought provoking