It Seems I Wrote

Around my heart, there lies a moat,

A raging current of past hurts not forgotten,

Only one escape seemed certain to denote…

So of betrayal, it seems, I wrote.

The castle is now too remote,

The drawbridge no longer welcomes outsiders,

For around my heart lies a fatal moat.

Isolation and safety it promotes,

A sure way to prevent future damages.

So of crippling fear, it seems, I wrote.

On pain, perhaps, I should not gloat,

But old wounds open every day.

Around my heart there lies a moat.

On children, see, the mothers dote,

But when trusted friends deceive, even they too fail.

So of loneliness, it seems, I wrote.

All my time to reading and writing I devote,

Because nothing else is as sentimental,

Around my heart there lies a moat.

I immersed myself in songs, ideas, and notes,

Perspective and inspiration are everything.

Through recovery, it seems, I wrote.

Now, at last, I’ve come afloat,

On a bank of forgiveness and second chances,

Around my heart, there was a moat.

If I sailed away upon a boat,

My past would still follow, I think.

For an escape, it seems, I wrote.

On happiness, before, I could not quote,

But broken hearts, they always mend.

Around my soul was once a moat,

To overcome betrayal, it seems, I wrote.