Wednesday, August 27
Join
The room gets a little bit darker.
The shadows get a little bit longer.
The buzzing in my ears grows a little bit louder.
The muscles in my body grow a little bit tenser.
Blues and whites in the sheets turn to grays.
The sun will soon rise, but I grow more afraid.
I lay my trust in my own two hands,
But I shouldn't.
I wanted to give it all to you,
But I couldn't.
The roads still rise and curve,
While you stand calm and rested.
I strike the shiny keys with confusion,
But you don't stress it.
It seems like a nice place where you are.
I think I'd like to join.
If it were up to you, peaceful warrior,
I'd already be there.
Maybe I'll come tomorrow,
And sit with you in the early morn.
Labels: On Hope for Growth through Time
Sunday, August 3
State of Heart
He locked his baby girl's heart away,
Tight, in a little glass box.
Sometimes he'd peek in, just to check.
Just to make sure the beat was still bright and red.
He so loved this girl,
This girl of his own.
Though he could not figure how,
How to love the world just so.
He couldn't see it,
See it with clarity.
And so he carried her heart,
Relatively carelessly.
Should not have been surprised at all,
When it slipped from his grip,
In a steady fall.
Glass cracking on a cold earth floor.
Her heart's state reflecting like so many before.
Before it fell.
Before poison soaked through,
And before hope spilled out.
Causing her heart to grow taught and twisted,
Twisted with doubt.
A growing heart must weather the tear.
A crowded heart must learn to share.
A heavy heart must be bold and care,
Care once again.
Try once again.
Another will understand. Another will listen.
The heart may ache from deep places within.
A thousand pounds weighing down and no oxygen.
Important bonds built unlocked in love,
'Til they are gently spoken.
There's no love like good love,
and good love can never be broken.
Tight, in a little glass box.
Sometimes he'd peek in, just to check.
Just to make sure the beat was still bright and red.
He so loved this girl,
This girl of his own.
Though he could not figure how,
How to love the world just so.
He couldn't see it,
See it with clarity.
And so he carried her heart,
Relatively carelessly.
Should not have been surprised at all,
When it slipped from his grip,
In a steady fall.
Glass cracking on a cold earth floor.
Her heart's state reflecting like so many before.
Before it fell.
Before poison soaked through,
And before hope spilled out.
Causing her heart to grow taught and twisted,
Twisted with doubt.
A growing heart must weather the tear.
A crowded heart must learn to share.
A heavy heart must be bold and care,
Care once again.
Try once again.
Another will understand. Another will listen.
The heart may ache from deep places within.
A thousand pounds weighing down and no oxygen.
Important bonds built unlocked in love,
'Til they are gently spoken.
There's no love like good love,
and good love can never be broken.
Labels: On Caring For Others
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