Weakness so deep in despair
When I was four it was the wrongness
Of the world though then articulation
Was obscured by words as yet unmet.
Weakness so deep I weep
And regardless of its seeming triviality
I would take to keep for my own
The pain and hurt from those I love.
Weakness so deep it’s a joy
For loving strong and censured not
In passionate or emotional claim that
Any loss regret I not but honor know.
These weakness I admit as mine.