When the upsurge



And truth explodes

With meaning,

No argument

Or reasoned clause


That inner


Acknowledged worth

Of human brain

With heart

And soul

And might

Embraces freedom,



Knows what’s


I’m Sorry

I’m sorry

Isn’t hard to say.

It’s easy.

I said it twice yesterday

And once, so far, today.

It’s easy.


The hardest part is reaching

To the place where

You know you’re way off mark.

Not easy.

To decide to rectify

What you’ve done wrong.

Not easy.

To judge yourself

And find the faults,

Not easy.

To resist

Justifying words and acts,

Not easy.


I’m sorry

Isn’t hard to say

Once sorrowful

Has found its sway.

So easy.


I’m hoping that

No more today

I’ll have cause

To have to say

I’m sorry.

But, if I do,

Be rest assured

I’ll swallow


And reassure

The one to whom

I have caused


So easy.


To see


Within their eyes

And know that

I have realised

I was wrong.



In understanding others

There is a price to pay.

Sometimes, we just get it wrong,

Dismissed, go on our way.


It’s hurtful when that happens

And I’m sore so deep inside

That reaching out brought you no comfort.

You chose to hide and not confide.


I don’t need or want your secrets,

Your worries and your fears.

I don’t need other burdens.

I have enough to last for years.


I suppose I’m just this person

Who cannot see a need

Without reaching out to offer,

To try to help you feed.


A way of being, a pair of arms,

If you want, a listening ear.

But, mainly, offering love, support

While you cry internal tears.


I recognise this need in me.

It’s a need for feeling needed.

Ignoring doesn’t work at all.

I’ve tried, but it won’t be heeded.


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