There Was Me

There Was Me

I’ve aged and
Realize I am
Not what she wanted
Me to be.

Not because I am
Not for her.
This break
I could not for see.

My life broke this once.
And I wonder,
Did it set me free?

I don’t know.
Because I miss
Those soft touches
of love.

I feel her in me.
The lost pieces.

My heart is broken.
My God,
Tears still burn,
And I cherish them.

And my world is cold now.

But I still walk on.

And have known bad times.

While I am no Angel.
I am not the Devil.

I know right from wrong.

I have been weak,
But for giving love?

Is my Soul still strong?

Yes.

Am I the fool
That believes God
and the Devil exist
to decide how we survive
Sins.

I do not know.

Now it is only myself
That decides who
And where I want to be.

Free.


Christopher Harris

9/11/2019