I Cannot Help but Be What I
I cannot help but be what I would not:
river raging reckless through our love;
But anger is the closest thing
To what far more aggrieved must in me move.
I know quite
well that I'm not being fair:
You could not help but be untimely
But unlike you, I could not be but there
To feel our child go
dead within my womb.
How you are like the wind, and I the earth
bears the seed you scatter on your way!
Mine alone the brutal joys of
Yours alone the choice to go or stay.
Despite our love,
despite your sympathy,
I know that I in this alone must
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon