years in silent prison spent
the world came, the world went
as I within my temenos
sought peace in solitary pose
I followed the voice that said I ought
to be more loving, understanding
till falling, I could sight no landing
on reaching source
I saw the figure of remorse
The unloved child that dwelt within
who was taught that loving self was sin
this child within my arms
in consolation after all the harm
and finally conscious, truth as light
I loved myself, in child’s plight...
? Michaelette ?
1998 Michaelette L. Romano
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Take me home...