FORGIVE ME, CHILDREN

Forgive me, children

For walking through the desert

Thinking the world was dry and barren

While lying on the wet, dewy grass

...limited vision

Forgive me, children

For focusing on used clothing

Thinking new is necessary and natural

While being fully covered in skilled threading

...hidden desire

Forgive me, children

For preventing control of rules and ways

Thinking soil had to be free from contaminants

While covering the ground with fertilizer

...mangled roots

Forgive me, children

For not leaving you in the care of others

Thinking love was limited and untrustworthy

While flowing in the process of healing

...unsubstantiated allegations

Against the Creator

Forgive me, children

For my experience of life

Thinking out was in

While being, now, where I've always been

Alive...

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/28/2022

WHEN WORDS WON'T WRITE

I put pen to paper and the ink blots

No words are formed

A dam has been erected

To minimize the damage from the raging storm

The rains trickle down slowly

But sometimes the sheets roar

i'm just too clean

In the bed of whores

Dirty rain covers my wounds

The skank settles in deep

A tornado is howling

As the whistling winds wreck my sleep

Leave me alone, I cry

Let me die in this last bit of rain

I hate what I've become

The mud has left me stained

No one will want me now

I became diseased in my healing

He poisoned me with double words

And left me without any feeling

Why am I lying here in this rain

I haven't the sense to go in

Oh, I can see that words have

Been lazily dropped from the end of my pen.

Written by Trudy Schrader in 2007