The Wayward Child

New poem!

Spun Stardust

I am not the wayward child
Of the dark of night
And the ever-burning light of day,
I am the child of a man
And a woman who once upon a time
Chose to give me away;
A fleeting moment of their lives
A quiet sacrifice to give me
All that I can ever be,
Something so simple and so vast
As a life to do with all I can
A life so burdened by choice
That I find myself frozen and unsure
Wondering if I might do for someone else
Something like that which was done to me.

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