Apology
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Our souls have joined
I see your pain.
I feel your frustration
Towards those green papers
I would sell my soul if It would help.
Now again I try to repress
And be strong for you
Guilt sets in as I can’t
Seem to help.
Anguish over your pain
Love keeps me from sinking
I must be strong
To keep you from anger.
A dotted line through the phone
One to help me
Help you if it became solid
The green notes wont
Destroy you, I will find some
To assist our way.
I feel unable as hard as I try
I can’t just sit here
It’s not my way.
I’ll do what I must to get
Some to pay my way
Keep you smiling.
© 2019 Wendy Engela