I have loved and I have lost
More than some, less than others
And it's carved into my being deep scars
Etched into my skin by burning hot irons of memory
And I hold my head high and show them off
"Look! How strong I have been made!
When fate has so often yanked people from my life
And lofted them up and out of my reach
Then struck down my grasping, now empty hands
See how well I sit so still
Hands folded in my lap like a Catholic school girl
Waiting for the iron rule to fall
Never straining to get hold of the shiny new toy to occupy my time and thoughts
To hold my hand
To cradle my head
See how well-behaved and patient am I!"
Because my hands are worn and damaged
In all reality
I'm simply unsure
That they could withstand even one more rap
Hi how are you?
ReplyDeleteI was looking through your blog, and I found it interesting, and inspiring to me, so I thought why not leave you a comment.
I too have a blog that I use out of Southern California here in San Diego.
Mostly it is a collection of artistic expression, and I have many friends with the same interests, maybe you can become my friend, and follow, and I can also follow you, if that is okay.
Well I hope to hear from you soon, and or read about you….LOL
Sincerely,
Jesse