love, duty,
responsibility, need
box
me into near solitude
pressed by decisions
I bare this
weight without grace
floundering
the brace of your love
supports me
alone
I will fail
with three
I
can survive
longingly, I look to our past
ache for its
loss
I fear today
I dread tomorrow
trying to
fulfill my pledge to honor
Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman