Non-Erotic PoetryProgenyfather gave me tools
examples and instruction
tried to teach discipline
without resorting to blows
mother gave me love
a heart to hear with
soup, sustenance and salve
with soothing hands and voice
yet I sit here alone
unable to commit
uncertain of my future
afraid to embrace joy
what is it in me
that won't accept peace,
can't appreciate another day
sentences me to suffer
I am the fractured gem
the gnarled oak
the murmuring heart
only nature understands
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