Liberated from the womb, mother points out the handsome newborn beside us.
Learning to care for others but myself, tradition is what upholds me.
Pausing all life, mine and unseen; a rock the key, what matters not is trust.
Targets set on pockets not mine. Your absence is like a rough sea.
To be free is to be alone, to be completely in control; solidarity is independence.
Swift to look out for myself, my sweat, my sweet witness.
Enjoying life with no laws; to wait to feel that intimate hold would only be pretence.
Wallets both in service, competing to earn the most; you were gone, business with usualness.
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Sonnet Composed in Darkness
PoetryHave you ever noticed that the idea of marriage isn't held in the high esteem it used to have? I have. This poem tells of the loss of marriage values in society.
