forfeit defeat

To love is not to possess,                                                            
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
To be who we really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one’s self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another–and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately,
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon’s own predictable harmony,
Because finally, despite a child’s scars
Or an adult’s deepest wounds,
They are openly free to be
Who they really are–and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.


James Kavanaugh

2 responses to forfeit defeat

  1. Vincent

    Blues Fairy. First off I am not Erich Fromm reincarnate but thank you nonetheless. My insight only comes from my own life experiences. No, I do not have a blog, but I do enjoy reading yours. Especially today…That poem by James Kavanaugh you shared describes what I was saying far more eloquently. Thank you. Is “Forfeit Defeat” the name of this poem? I could not find it by that name.


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