Doubt

A sense of belonging can be quite deceiving:
A happy hearth, a loving home,
A joyous child’s embrace
The daily grind and tasks assigned,
All conspiring to erase
Truth I have tasted
Core of me I finally met
How is it possible?
Marooned but among the living
My horizons fast receding
Memories are fleeting
Distance is a feeling
It makes more sense to forget
A broken heart need not be seen
And deep within it,
A lifetime of regret

(June 8, 2008)