Just This
I've barely written a thing all summer, so it felt good to write something I deem as "decent" again.
It's the moments I've missed that wound me the most
The wonder of what might have been
The absence of fingers slipped through my own
The fear that has kept me trapped in
It's the courage I've asked for but haven't embraced
That haunts me more than most else
The questions have come but the answers have not
And I end up blaming myself
I fear that I'll give up before the reveal
I pray but your spirit seems so less than real
I hope for a change that will help us to heal
But until, there's just this silence
It's the secrets I've kept that I fear will tempt grace
To start demanding a payment
But the coins of the poor are worth just as much
As the coins of the sinners and saints
It's the shattered pieces I've tried to repair
The debris I have tried hard to hide
That stand out the most, that show I can't fix
That I can't change death into life
I feel far too prideful to come and just kneel
I'd ask, but your answers don't fit my ideal
I'd try, but all trying has lost its appeal
So until, there's just this silence
It's the moments I've missed that wound me the most
The wonder of what might have been
The absence of fingers slipped through my own
The fear that has kept me trapped in
It's the courage I've asked for but haven't embraced
That haunts me more than most else
The questions have come but the answers have not
And I end up blaming myself
I fear that I'll give up before the reveal
I pray but your spirit seems so less than real
I hope for a change that will help us to heal
But until, there's just this silence
It's the secrets I've kept that I fear will tempt grace
To start demanding a payment
But the coins of the poor are worth just as much
As the coins of the sinners and saints
It's the shattered pieces I've tried to repair
The debris I have tried hard to hide
That stand out the most, that show I can't fix
That I can't change death into life
I feel far too prideful to come and just kneel
I'd ask, but your answers don't fit my ideal
I'd try, but all trying has lost its appeal
So until, there's just this silence
posted by rhyming-words | 8:04 PM
2 Comments:
i realy enjoyed this poem. some parts are tacky but it adds alot of character. and you have applied it in a way that many people can relate to parts witch is always great.=)
This poem was wonderful to read. The part of it that I loved the most was the rhythm. It drew me in and captivated me. The first and fourth stanzas were my favorite, though I liked all of it. I don't know if you'll get this comment since you wrote the piece so long ago, but if you do, I would love to hear from you at my email address, forever.ravyn@gmail.com .
-Cathy
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