41. To Choose A Mask
I sat at my dresser this morn
And opened the bottom drawer
To try and find which mask to wear
That I hadn't worn the day before
I sat at my dresser this morn
And opened the bottom drawer
To try and find which mask to wear
That I hadn't worn the day before
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We can get back what we lost.
We can replenish the treasure taken.
We can enjoy a better way.
But it will take work.
Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to leave your thoughtful words.
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Have faith
that although it may seem
like the good has come and gone,
there will be better.
Wow! I love it. My kind of writing. Short, to the point with powerful words, and a great message. I have witnessed firsthand how better has come, many times.
Have you ever felt trapped behind metal bars,
Or watched all your cuts turn to scars?
Have you tried to escape the pain in your soul,
But you just couldn't seem to fit that hole?
baby, during the nights when the midnight sky
falls heavily onto your bones and wraps you
in its melancholic embrace
May you know you are loved,
Every step of the way,
May you always have time,
For one another each day.
Of this I am certain:
your heart is a tender
wound that will always heal,
wears grace like a grown,
We are soft and feminine,
Pretty and stylish,
We are strong in heart,
We keep going on and on,
You slipped and fell
We all have too
So please don't think
That it's just you
I truly appreciate the outreach, Ann! Your encouraging words help me to believe that I'm, hopefully, at least touching a few hearts... which is all we can ask for really as we share a piece...
I had a little seed that I had found upon the ground,
I kept it in my pocket where it was safe and sound.
What may it be, this tiny little seed, now tucked inside my cloak,
could it be a sugar maple, or perhaps a mighty oak?
I was just an innocent child, so pure and so fragile,
Unaware of the darkness lurking, ready to defile.
Trapped under evils' demise, in a world so vile,
Where shadows danced with malice, leaving me frozen in fear.
If you could see beyond your weeping tears,
To where the sunshine sparkles once again,
Then would those drops of pain be free from fears,
And you'd recall that gardens need the rain.