The Enabler’s Lament
Posted by restorel66 on April 19, 2009
If I should ever stand, it is to
Quick back-over bend.
I say I’m fine, but bear the
marks of torture-from-a-friend.
I want to be courageous, but
I melt like snow in May.
I pray to yet be faithful, then
I fade into the fray.
There is no me, no wall, no tree
To climb above the harm.
There is no time when I will
Reach to shut off the alarm.
This god that I still fashion is
A chain of paper dolls.
This love that I imagine
Holds my hand to let me fall.
