I spoke gently …

23 July 99

I spoke gently; words of hope,
Wounded thoughts that never fail
To find some comfort in future.
I am naught more than shivered thought
That spake some fear to this soul,
Given my past unsettling.
Do me some gentleness
That tenders my heart
And does no harm to my soul
(though it may be impossible).
I am afraid of this giving;
This deep lasting forever
That hold my tears
Behind clenched teeth
And gives me little surcease.
What button do I push 
To forgive the past
And release the woman I could have become;
Letting go the hardest thing I have ever done.
Sweet goodness, that I turn from
As it sparks no chord in my soul
That would lead me to goodness.
Instead, I race recklessly
Abandoned
Toward those handsome rebels that harm
With careless indifference
And casual betrayal.
Though I spoke gently, hope still borne,
I had given up the fight
For forever.



© 1999, Tara Tambolleo