Hurt has two paths to follow,
“In” or “Out” of you.
Depending on its origin,
the how, the when, the who.

Can’t always see it coming,
mistakes or from a sin.
“Blindsided” is a sucker punch
when landed on the chin.

After years of life
I say the worst of all,
is when it comes from family,
on knees it makes me crawl.

How can they disrespect me?
To say to go away.
Love has left my families hearts,
my presence brings dismay.

Whenever were you hearing,
or watched a grown man cry?
Come stand before me now today,
my heart just wants to die.

Never in my wildest dreams
thought life would be so cruel.
Alone I stand in pools of tears
forced fed a bowl of gruel.

Life has a way of saying,
“This is a great impasse”
Blind faith in such a trusting,
with belief “This to shall pass.”

Copyright © 2008 Ronald J. Edwards