That morning,
was the morning,
my life changed forever…
All I had wanted
was peace, love,
and contentment.
That morning,
I told you
I did not know,
what you wanted
me to do.
That morning,
I told you
I would fight,
as long as necessary…
I would accept
as much of you,
as I could get,
even just a little…
But I did not know
what you wanted
me to do.
I did not want
to make some decisions,
I knew I might have to…
So I asked you,
for your help…
As we have all heard,
all our lives…
“Be careful what you ask for,
for you might get it”…
But I asked you anyway…
I needed your help,
for I knew not
what to do.
We had never talked
like this before,
and never would again…
You could not give me
your answer,
for you were unable…
Or at least in the way,
I wanted you to…
Yet, that morning,
you gave me
your choice…
Although,
I did not realize it
at the time;
you gave me
your decision…
When I did realize it later,
I realized,
that your choice,
was not for yourself,
for your life was over,
and you knew it…
I realized that your choice;
was for me…
So that I could live again,
grow again,
and
most of all,
love again…
Even though
I did not at first,
I thank you,
I honor you,
I respect you…
For your decision
was for me…
For now,
I shall become,
that man
you sacrificed yourself for…
I now become me…
© Jonathan Wikkins December 6th, 2001
Revised February 10, 2008
All Rights Reserved
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Written December 6th, 2001
Revised February 10, 2008
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Very good was a little long but that is ok. I liked the way you placed the lines. Good Luck!! -
There is a definite moment in every one's life that has a profound impact on their future. And, there are people, a relative, a parent, a friend or a chance acquaintance who mould that moment. Sometimes, we know and appreciate the value of their contribution. Sometimes, we do not. Such is life!
An excellent write.
Krishna -
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY. MY HEART IS POUNDING. I FEEL YOUR PAIN IN EVERY WORD.
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this is really good I enjoy ed reading it but to me it was a sad poem thank you for shareing it
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Wow... this is nice! I liked this much! ~Melissa
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This is excellent!! The realization that ... a particular occurrence would have significant profound influence on a direction in life ... and realizing it later, not right away ... the poem brings that type of scene descriptively into view for the reader to dwell upon ... nice!!!
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Beautiful, Jonathan! Simply beautiful!
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wow.....i love this...i took this poem as someone is writing their mother who gave them up for adoption at birth,because she had nothing to offer him or maybe it was because she was going to die....i might be confusing your work...but thats how i perceive this...i loved it newho...
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