Learned Behaviour

Although I love you,
you are not my saviour.

        My parched spirit,
        begged a chalice filled,

        but holy wine
        seemed hardly a blessing
        when surveying a land of
        angry men.

I yearn
stability.

        Papa looked like Idi Amin.

        Idi was evil
        but Papa wasn't.

        I swear
        he wasn't.

I should be more forgiving.

        (Mama put her men before me,
        her husbands and son.)

I waded through poor choices.

        I waited my turn
        behind belts and
        indifference.

I bid my time,
and then I left.

There is that.

Reviews

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

this was a beautiful poem and it was so open... i love all the emotion and passion... great write

[Mauricio Montoya]

Some things never change but I’ll never lose hope. Thank you for sharing.

[paparapapa]

Oh my. This is definitely very lovely. It's like you opened yourself to the world completely. A lot of varying emotions were flowing from this work of art. Beautiful. That's all I can say. Thanks for sharing. :)

[SUGATA M]

This is lovely Mary. Why our poetries expose our vulnerabilities so wide open?

[Leon R]

Impressive work. Manages to reach some not very pleasant memories in me, but it;s really wonderful write. I also like the word you structured your lines. Really suitable.

[Me]

Impressive work....