A CONFESSION TODAY
As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination running wild,
Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a young age.
As my father died then much anger grew inside,
A slow process as I was shy, not really did I seem to cry.
Now a lost boy inside, kept it to myself as I played each day,
My teen years were without a father or parent who appeared invisible.
This is my view and what I believe, others may disagree but I am me,
I was never one who wanted to hurt people or animals, out of control.
I was never a bad person but did things that I would regret in many ways,
Decisions and choices would haunt to this day, some would give a change.
There are those that can not be fixed, I can mend others day by day,
A confession today, from a man who was never perfect in any way.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Very telling.
Donna
Thanks so much
A sad story, but you have risen above the solitude and reached out with your creativity. That being said, I understand that some hurts just never go away, but they make us the people we have become … with empathy, compassion, and understanding. I also think our childhood and lifetime traumas have made us better writers and poets, but a tough way to achieve our sensitivity or recognize our deep inner feelings. I send my love and empathy, as one who has walked in your shoes. Keep writing …
Thanks so much for your thoughts
On Mon, Jan 22, 2018 at 11:50 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You are welcome.
There’s a lot of honesty in this piece. Very eye-opening despite not knowing you.
Thanks for reading
On Thu, Jan 25, 2018 at 6:19 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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