A thorn
In my flesh
Pierces
So I can
Understand fully
Without ambiguity
That there is indeed a thorn in my flesh
Needing quite
Urgently
To be
Removed.
A thorn
In my flesh
Pierces
So I can
Understand fully
Without ambiguity
That there is indeed a thorn in my flesh
Needing quite
Urgently
To be
Removed.
My mother reached across the void
Crossing her world to mine
She entered my dream
To speak to me
She carried a message
Reminding me
To live a life
More honorable –
Just as she taught
The first time a connection with someone new is made, there is a clean slate between those two people. There is nothing on the slate, the connection is unwritten. And from that single moment, the image begins to form.
Pictures.
Drawings.
Sketches.
Lines.
Colors.
Blacks.
Whites.
Emotions.
All these things merge to form a bigger picture. And after a while, we may like what we see. Or not. Does the image presented before us make us happy? Does it uplift? Does it encourage?
Or does it drain and destroy and suck energy and make us want to resist? If it does, perhaps for our own sanity we need to walk away. I hate closing doors. It is against my nature.
Perhaps this is my lesson?
I never knew how much
I loved you until
You turned your face away
I never knew how much
I needed you until
You turned yourself away
I never knew how much
You meant to me until
You no longer were mine
And now I know how much
I love you
And I know how much
I need you
And I know that your life
Will never be one again
With mine