I never read it,
the way it was written
I never wrote it,
the way it should read
The lines connected,
were for me to be broken
A lesson once ending,
is where I began
I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line
I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone
I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured
Asking permission for nothing,
—and forgiveness for less
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)