Rhodesse Fanche Poems

Who granted you the title, O arbiter supreme?
To criticize and blame, as if in a dream,
Who crowned you the judge, with authority vast,
Dictating how lives should be lived, unsurpassed?
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In moments when life's burdens break you down,
Where shall you seek solace, a mending crown?
When crumbling walls surround you tight,
To whom shall you turn, in your darkest night?
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Don't strive to blend, to fade in the crowd,
Stand tall, stand proud, let your voice resound,
Don't alter your hair to mirror their gaze,
Nor reshape your body in conformity's maze.
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Rejoice in rejection, let not your heart doubt,
For when one door closes, another shall sprout,
No anger to harbor, when they fail to call,
Their silence speaks volumes, no words at all.
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Don't linger in the grip of unforgiveness' sting,
For it's a poison that won't make others wither and wring,
Release the weight, let it freely flow,
Forgiveness, a gift, to your soul bestow.
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The promise echoes, two souls intertwined,
Yet here I stand, alone, burdens unrefined,
For the two shall become one, or so they say,
But what of my needs, my desires in this ballet?
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They cling, unwilling to release their hold,
Yet absent when needed, their presence untold,
A decade in flux, a dance of deceit,
Back and forth, lies echoing, a repetitive beat.
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In the realm of second chances, I stand firm,
For I've extended enough, my heart affirmed.
I'm weary of your mistreatment, you see,
Disrespect and indifference, a painful decree.
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In the realm of love, trust holds the key,
Without its grace, we find naught but debris,
It all began with trust, your every word,
Believing you were my universe, undisturbed.
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Within my heart, the tears cascade,
A torrent of sorrow, an ache unfade,
For my hero, my dad, has taken flight,
Leaving behind memories, precious and bright.
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