I’m sorry that I said that
I really, truly am
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Please take me as I am.
Those thoughts and words
Became more than just that
They hurled right at you
Hitting with accuracy, SPLAT!
I was so frustrated
I didn’t stop to think
And said some things I now regret
So quickly I could not blink.
So please don’t remember
The things I said this day
And hopefully those tears
I can help to wipe away.
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Sea winds cause my hair to billow
Even as I shut my eyes
To take in the scent and sounds,
Salt finds its way into every thing
And the taste permeates my mouth at all times.
I find that I don’t mind as much,
Loving the ocean more than makes it up.
Repeat your words
Even should you be glared at.
Don’t let their eyes warn you off
Until you have shared what
Needed to be said.
Don’t forget that you
Are here for a reason.
Not because you wish them ill,
That would be a contradiction to yourself.
I repeat and repeat and repeat to them, as if they were small children needing to be constantly reminded.
How can I go on without reaching out
And never stretching to the top of my toes.
Right now I can’t stay huddled,
Buried in a pile of cotton to keep the cold away.
Only when I step out and feel the wind on my face,
Realizing that without risk there would be no gain.
This was an empty place, no one came by anymore and the dust piled up. Occasionally she would see an animal trying to make its home in the abandoned hallways but more often than not it was just her and the spiders.
Sometimes she wished to leave, to go out into the world and see what there was in the sunshine. Instead, she would look out of the dust and grime covered window or look at the motes that floated down through the beams of light that managed to make it through.
Trapped forever as a lost soul, she was.
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While it is true that better times have been had
Keep in mind there’s no need to be mad
Because change is something that ever will spin
Making it hard sometimes to win.
Life is supposed to be hard that’s kind of the point.
To make you stretch and pull at your joints
Because there is more to be had than just gliding through
But, as is always the case, it is strictly up to you.
Times will be rough and times will be smooth
Above all the flotsam and jetsam this is the truth.
True is it that we have seen better days. –As You Like It, Shakespeare