With the most honest sense of hope, I open my hands to offer you the only thing that I can. Pen to paper, I breathe my soul, and from it’s innocence, I feel whole. I create not a child bore of my loins, but simple words of mind.
Listen to me as I say to you that there is sooo much love in what I do.
I breathe clearly because of this and send them off with a dream-like kiss.
With lines of black on white I craft a world of dream and cloud.
And like all creators I am omnipotent and proud, for look what I have
done.
Please forgive my question
As I sit in this place of unforgiving finality, I try to come to terms
with what is right and what is wrong. I still do not see the light at the
end of the tunnel; I do not see a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Please forgive my question; I have nowhere else to turn.
It was only supposed to be for a few minutes. Just long enough to pick up
milk. Now here I stand only half of the person that I once was with a
question digging at my soul.
Please forgive my question; I have nowhere else to turn.
The grass was never greener, nor did I ever turn the other cheek - she
did that for me and now she is no more.
Now I stand before you with nothing but this question. The shadows of her
love are not enough to console me.
Please forgive me for what I am about to ask… doesn’t heaven have enough
angels yet?
Sincerely,
Gabrielle
Just A Little Thank You Note To
Whom It May Concern:
blue cloudless skies
rainy cold days
leaves in the fall
daffodils in the spring
air so fresh it hurts to breath
mountains so high you forget to….
and life everlasting
yours truly,
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My Five Monkeys Remembered
I remember so many things, some so hard and old they will never
ever be told.
And then… I remember you.
I saw so many things, violence, and noise, pain and sorrow
And then … I see you.
I heard so many things, voices filled with anger, with hate and pain
And then…I heard you.
I never spoke of many things my pain so deep and hidden it would never be
voiced.
And then…I spoke to you.
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