Welcome to Day Twelve of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill.
Today’s prompt, “sacrifice” comes to us courtesy of ME – Who Am I?
No big explanation today – just that, as always, I don’t own them; it’s more like they own me. No money cheapens this love.
on these hot
Where once I knelt
As a child, with a child
Now I’m a woman and he a
man, but not the man I desire.
“Well, what do you want to do?”
Such a simple query for his people
“That is irrelevant.” I spoke my truth.
He couldn’t believe, wouldn’t accept.
“It’s very relevant.” And his truth
Somehow also became mine
I left duty behind me to
As she sacrifices
herself on the sands
For what she believes
Is her fault, her duty
I should stop her.
No false control or decorum
No ritual, custom, law, necessity
His people say, “Love conquers all.”
And I have seen for myself that they
Believe it. He believes love must be
At the root of all things, all joinings
But his love is an alien force here
Kneeling on home-sands
I hold his love within
A small comfort
As I accept
As she’s breaking
I can feel wide fault lines
Shaking her bedrock strength.
Only I know the price she pays
That it’s her penance her prison
A year? Ten? A hundred?
A lifetime surrendered
For her mother’s
For more context, insight, feels, laughter, and tears, watch “Home”, here, and/or read my original IDIC Romance stories, “Promises and Choices” and “Views of A Wedding”.