Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Forgivably Beguiled

Who judges you? Who dares to call you wild,
For one most human error long ago --
A lapse that you corrected, doubly so,
In giving both a future: girl, and child?
Who calls your choice a sin, your option mild
A blot, a stain upon your girlhood snow?
You live, and as a loving mother know,
The young can be forgivably beguiled.

You say that you are dark, but what is light,
If not a pinpoint on a tapestry?
You pray for pathways, yet the paths are bright
If only for the contrast that we see.
The gods are lies, my love. Come greet the night,
Where stars outshine the sins and saints. Be free.

-- Saturday, May 24, 2014.

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