If only for all the time you thought of yourself and ways to blame it all on me. Hindsight was never perfect. A skewed version of reality you couldn't understand. My discontent forged in flames. Disconnected and abrasive. I'd bow down again... Your words a hammer against my skin. Verbal cuts and scrapes. Eyes blind in perplexed confusion. To crawl from the grasp of all your additions. To survey the landscapes of sadness, being the next level above. Wrist bled dry... Tomorrow the sun would rise without you. My eyes won't accept the light, the world would see my scars. A cut for each of your lies, a flower for everyone of your tears. I walked the world over, not a basket quite large enough to flood the earth with your sorrows of other peoples lives and the additions you call home.
The waves carry so many of my memories and the
sand imprints the beauty in my life.
The wind carries away all the sadness and the sun
brings my happiness.
If I had my child to raise all over again, I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later. I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less. I would do less correcting and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less and know to care more. I'd take more hikes and fly more kites. I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play. I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars, I'd do more hugging and less tugging. I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often, I would be firm less often, and affirm much more. I'd model less about the love of power, And more about the power of love.Comments Here
