“For your own good” they said,
And they gave me bread
Bitter and hard to swallow.
My head felt tired after it,
My heart felt hollow.
So I went away on my own road
Tasting all fruits, all breads:
And if some were bitter, others were sweet –
So I learned
How the heart is fed.
From: http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?46860-Poem-Experience-by-Dorothy-Livesay
Date: 1955
By: Dorothy Kathleen May Livesay (1909-1996)
From Troubles of The World 