Those awakening moments
when I'm suddenly caught
between there and here
The knife that cuts and
slices, sharpened by my new
depth of awareness
Why did I hang on so long
why did I let go too soon?
Why did I do those things to you?
All those times I could have chosen
more love instead of holding it
so far away from you,,, from myself
So many years are gone and
I can't help but cry for the things
that I should have done in my life
Instead of always just surviving
forsaking life and living in
favor of dying
And cry, yes I will, for what I lost
but take a deep breath amidst the sobs
as I brace for what is left
Give thanks that the
letting of this diseased blood
does not bleed me dry
But tears, they will drain
this wealth for a time, with no end
so hold me close, hold me tight,
be with me sweet friend
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