JUDGEMENT
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 The Book of Possibilities |
I can only do what I mean to do
There is a line, thin, ragged, tearing and tearful
past which I can no longer be human
where intentions are not enough
inept, I falter, with ribbons of pain for feet
All my goodness is not enough
There is a place in me which I see
all too often
where geysers erupt and
with no trace of dignity leave
spreading discontent
and malcontent
where shall I go for lessons
in how to live?
From whom shall come the rules
of how to live when the rules
I know are suspect,
evil companions in violent times
who suffer my excesses and failings
equally in silence
and for whom my worst intents
are today, and tomorrow, and so on
without much love or longing,
and with no judgement passed?
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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