Fount

Caught in the pull
of emotion new and strong
I drink deeply
of the fount you offer
Remains of my fear
lay at our feet
in a tangle of cotton
From you, I knew kindness
for you, I learned courage
And now I know
the thirst that grows
with every drink of need
This path to your fount
may lead to Heaven
or Hell… I care not
All paths begin and end
in you

~~~

© W.R.R. 1/15/1994

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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