Monday, June 8, 2009


What is true
What is so sacred
That can be more than touched
More than thrown away
Less than discarded

My love, my heart
My future, my dreams
All put on pause
While deciding how much hope
Exists in my hands, within my means

Somehow the deciding
Doesn't come so easily
Intense soul searching without a rescue
Keeping myself and maybe you afloat
Unfortunately, there is no epiphany

Lights and shadows
Fill the rooms in which we live
Bringing together hands so hurt
Being ready to go into the world
Without each others' support to give

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