I never told you
I’m really sorry
I’ve never told you
how I wished I
thought it through
and I wish I knew
so many things
I now know
Nevertheless,
I can’t change a thing
wouldn’t change a thing
I lost my mind
for a while
and you found me mindless
nearly out of mine
and then
I was quiet~I just stopped
thinking and started feeling again
Thank you
Excuse me sir
I’d like to exchange this heart
for one that’s bright and shiny
and not all torn apart
He took my heart into his hands
Said here let’s look at this
But my dear your hearts not broken
It’s simply needs a fix
With each word he said
the sinews grew right there
it was as if he knew me in ways
and handled it with care
It didn’t seem to matter
and I laid it all out bare
he tucked it in his pocket
said let me keep it there
I listened as he spoke
his words they had such light
and I wondered would he listen
to all my cares and frights
I asked could he be with me
through life’s worries and snares
He applied this balm upon my heart
His Grace is resting there
Inspired from a conversation with a dear dear friend
I turned around and saw myself
a glimpse of what you see
and I realized that
I’m never really honest
with the ME that I am
I JUDGE ME too harshly
think of ME as I ought not
Really it’s not about ME
and if I could ever get outside
my head and realize
it’s not about YOU either
I don’t know what it’s
all about about but
this I know
one day
I’m ok
with not knowing yet
It seems I’ve only
just begun to
scratch the surface
of all the ME
that I am
JUDGING ME
if you would only realize no judgment needed I JUDGE ME
much harder then YOU could ever think to JUDGE ME
to chase the demons
from my mind
to rid myself
of this test
will I pass
or fail miserably?
I’ve swept my house
7 times they came
to claim their space
erase my name
The battle rages
I’m trapped in cages
I seek a release
I hang for ages
light
I see the light
I am focused on you
the light
SWEPT CLEAN
my house again
I think back when was thirteen
I guess it’s been awhile
I’d spend the day with
ole Pa he’d always make me smile
We’d sit upon the porch
He’d talk about the days
It was as if his memories
Were perfect in that place
He carved this piece of wood
some they called it whittlin’
I just called it Pa talking
He never was belittlin’
He’d carve a little
and talk a while
or maybe just sit and think
To me it looked like magic
as he as he crafted every link
I’d ask Pa what you carvin’
He’d say another link
To that chain I started year ago
Good idea don’t you think?
Well to me it all seemed silly
and I waited for each day
To listen to his stories
and he carved his special way
It’s been years ago and far away
since we sat face to face
but he carved for me a memory
that time cannot erase
A mirror of the things we shared
The images remain
Reflecting days and easy ways
My Pa’s wooden chain…..
STOP before you say it. . .think. . .
Will my words LIFT up another?
Will my words ADD life?
Will my words bring PEACE?
STOP before you say it. . .think. . .
The POWER of Words
2 things you can’t take back, Bullets & Words
Choose wisely or ZIP it!
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