After years of censorship-

not unlike living in a world of dictatorship in which no one disgraces its King.

I dared not.

I would not-

speak of the burdens of the flesh.

It was merely self-preservation.

Not, that of loyalty to my King, but fear of retaliation.

My weapons, were few.

None, were tangible.

Daily, walking a skewed line of love and hate, careful not to stray from script.

I left a trail of breadcrumbs for the observant.

There were no takers.

Inevitably, my body cringed and vigilance prevailed.

As, I resumed an all too familiar task of, ‘keeper of the gate.'


  • Author: Dford1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2017 05:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Augustus.


  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Dford1

      Thank you.

      • Tony36


      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks DEE ~ We all need a purpose in life and being "The Keeper of the Gate" is in my experience always an honorable one. Thanks for caring and sharing ~ you have my respect ~ always. Your Caring Friend BRIAN

        • Dford1

          Being "Keeper of the Gate" was not my purpose, my friend. It was my burden. Thank you for your kind words.

        • Phoenix8523

          This reads well on many levels. I relate as the wife of an abusive alcoholic. "Keep it together and follow the script, no complaining, I'm just the 'keeper'". -- phoenix

          • Dford1

            I think we all seek to connect. Stay well!

          • Augustus

            Oh wow. The symbols and metaphors here in this jewel of a poem. Initially I was thinking of living under a communist dictator but the crumbs were little hints that this child I presume left for her family. Like most families they chose to turn away. She/he was left alone to guard the castle and the secret. The castle is her most precious possession. She dresses it daily. (Maybe I am way out in left field here, even so I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.)

            • Dford1

              You are correct. Thank you for our kind words.

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