Debris and Remorse
How can I possibly say I am sorry. How can I possibly know
the words that would express my sorry.
The anguish of the way of this screaming, pained child
begging in my way of not knowing
how to speak of the trauma which was never known.
The dark day of losing my life within a child's mind of hysterical shock.
That day when the gentle innocence went away -
Unto this mind world of shame and anger for my mere existence.
Not remembering these memories which were played out
from subconscious torment -
ultimately tormenting you, my Love.
Not knowing the patterned destruction and all that was squandered.
Your love -
by this shattered frightened Child.
Ahhh - meditation
I have learned -
The mind will quiet only as I quiet my mind.
I forgot to quiet this mind.
My thoughts were the child of the trauma.
There are no words from this heart which can express
this utter remorseful,
But to know how you have sacrificed to serve -
For my awakening as this Soul may now fly away
only to see and know you as a picture within this mind.
Be the light that you are,
and within your heart,
Find the way to know me as
those words you spoke and wrote -
For I now know me as that.