the end of pride

 i wrote the words and sent them on their way

not knowing how each reader understood

just what was meant nor whether any good

would come from what was simple dance and play

of thought and vision now the options sway

between the meadow and the darkling wood

and we are trapped right where the choices could

not be more difficult on the worst day

what's said can be repaired but what is made

is fixed within the world once and for all

to be acknowledged  or to be denied

that is the problem puts us in the shade

leaves us exhausted makes us want to bawl

and in the end will take away our pride