Return

I've seen the man again.

Broken and bruised as Caliban

but no sign of what he was.

I'm confused as how to feel

My heart submitted to my mind, appeals

and wants me to let it lead

The nature in me yearns

while passion in me burns

but my memory is ever present

Could it really be

that he's finally able to see

the sins he has commited

Or is it fear alone

that brought this stranger home

arms open and wanting forgiveness

I dont believe in him

the stranger's Cheshire grin

at times it shouldnt be

Were it his need for my son

I would honestly suffer tortures undone

But I'm sure his return is for himself

Can I crush the hopes of a child

knowing all the while

this will end as quick as it started

The smile on his face

with angelic acceptance and grace

compels me to let it be

The anger in me gone

protection growing strong, as

the stranger plays the hero in front of me.