Ripped From a Soft Womb

Comfortable
Shaded
A warm bliss of nothing
But love
Time
Tenderness and
Nurturing affection

Maturation
Progress
With an
Epiphany
Of joy and
Contentment

Yet before too long
A thorn
A weed
A pain filled push
A shove
Leading to a fight
For restraint
Containment

The bitter pill is often weak
Yet it’s poison does runeth deep
And rhyme to reason, the end of season
Leaves one longing for a day in the past

Shells
Spent rounds
A war ragged on
Familiar grounds
While protests
Rejection
Hang fresh on the air
And forlorn shadows
Echo on the ground

And what is left
Pools of blood
Sorrow
A deep, heavy-hearted parting
A love lost

A love gained

A new day…
Confirmation of
Love
Accomplishment
Meaning
Yet a life left to wander
Without sense of direction
For now

© 2003 John P. Fontana