Month: May 2022

It’s easy to say with such certainty
the paths we’re meant to follow
But the challenge that we find
is in the following
To take that straight and narrow path
without falling to temptation
or succumbing to the struggle
supposed to drive us onward
that just makes limbs so weak
and hearts so heavy
Such a simple thing, to fall
to fail in what we know we should
to cling to what’s no longer there
until the strength we have to move
has bled through tightened fingertips
and left us without will to care
But we must never falter long
We know the path we’re meant to take
and through the darker moments
We find the light that shines our way
And somehow through it all
we crawl through the broken glass
until we can find our feet
and carry on

Sometimes that little hint of truth

you fight so long to find

that glinting, glimmering treasure

the message and meaning of it all

means so little once you’ve found it

Changes nothing and sheds no light

and all that time and effort

is just wasted in the struggle

Crawling through the wreckage

looking for that shine of hope

Sometimes survival is all there is

Life goes on with or without it

The how’s and why’s juet can’t erase

the pain you felt in finding out

That pain that means you lived through it

just might be all you need

Always with that role to play

Never have to learn the lines

The same old same old every time

Nothing new under the sun

You’d think the world would tire soon

But it keeps spinning round and round

And here I am stuck as the fool

Always close but never there

Like horseshoes and hand grenades

Almost but not quite with it all

Just out of my reach again

So here come the tippy toes

Maybe if I stretch just right

I can, for a moment, feel

What it’d be to have you close

But it’s not mine to have so much

So I walk away again

Those lines no longer need rehearsed

They spill forth so readily

I don’t even have to look

As the leading man walks in

Right on cue to steal away

What I’d give it all to have

As the curtain falls once more

All to start again anew

Another chapter, the same verse

Let’s go through the script again…

Scars tell stories of who we are

Where we’ve been and what we’ve seen

All the flames through which we’ve walked

And jagged edges forced to hold

And sometimes those scars refuse to heal

Those marks of moments long gone by

They stain us through beyond the surface

Easy to miss through outside eyes

As they blend into the tapestry

But we feel them still the same

They tend to tear at the slightest whim

Spilling blood at moment’s notice

Filling distance meant to dull

So that we feel the pain again

Submerged again in suffering

Through the smallest slights and slips

The scabs fall loose and salt pours in

Those moments meant to make us

Become stories we can’t forget