To My Parents
When things seemed right,
Everything felt wrong
Now everything seems wrong,
Yet feels so right.

I was made of you,
Born into your mold
The day it cracked
The day it refused to hold

I told you my secret,
Though, not well, was it kept
You knew before I spoke,
Yet still, you wept.

You're anger and logic
I cannot understand
I expected certain sadness
But not a figuratively closed hand

I tried to explain,
Trie to comfort and soothe
Then began to think
The crack, I couldn't smooth.

For how could I tell you
My love for this girl
When the love of one, generic,
Collapsed the walls fo your world

None other than time,
Can make you understand
Maybe you'll never know
Why I'll take a woman's hand.

But, the seemingly right,
Comes in my honest claim
That I am myself, still,
And towards good things I am aimed.

I will always feel love,
Despite anger or severed ties
Apologetic, but not regretful
For coming out of the lies.
By Lisa Craft - Indiana
2003 KarMel Scholarship Entry