POETRY

You set the curfew,
no one comes home
after eight o’clock at night.

Yet you return at midnight,
night after night.

Tell me,
how do you monitor the rules
you refuse to obey?

What lesson
are you teaching your family
with footsteps that contradict your words?

Authority loses its voice
when it walks in shadows
of its own making.

Why not return
to the drawing board,
not in pride,
but in truth?

Perhaps there,
in the quiet space of honesty,
you may find a better beginning.

Hie everyone! Please share your thoughts with me on this poem. Thank you.