Some years ago, my erstwhile love,
I came a child into your arms–
and soon you cast me out again
from the small circle of your charms:
And like the child I was, I wept,
And cursed the sun and mocked the stars,
Until the well had well run dry
And where I thought I would find scars
Instead, I found solace and strength,
My erstwhile, oft-forgotten love:
And I could walk the breadth and length
Of all the world and never prove
Myself as you, in callow spite,
Did prove my mettle, will, and might.

Long years ago, my erstwhile love,
I came a child into your arms
And I have cast you out again:
What strengthens never truly harms.

09 February, 2015

(Post-Script:  I don’t post poems too often.   Feels a little weird.)