The Weaver of Raveloe
Until that moment I had no need to explore motives.
I had no immunity, no defense, was left stunned,
Unable to react or respond. Nothing within me
Allowed me to fight, to right the wrong. I left,
In shame, not comprehending what happened, why,
Or that such a thing could happen. Found guilty
Without committing the crime, judged on hearsay,
On circumstance. I, an honest man, trusted and loved,
Betrayed by those who knew better. No, I had no
Recourse but to leave, to make my way alone,
My trade to sustain me. Now, after so many years,
The evidence is in—innocent! My honor is restored,
My work has brought wealth. But that is nothing
To that which exile has brought, which is immeasurable.
No better outcome could be conceived. I have Eppie.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2020-06-30 at 13:05
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