Bedtime Song aka Morning Song
Silence, the tale of the heart The speech within soul
All of life stories that will never be told
Sacrifice is an art, but it’s hard to grow old
And reflect on a spark that long drowned in the cold
Doused in the dark, hate’s clouded heart
Taxes a toll.
Every deep collection, angry words, angry soul
Damage breached by tears tumbled down uncontrolled
The years of hate’s exhaustion, creasing every last fold
Facial carved expressions of the pain that was mold
Life a wicked sculptor, frozen fates once it’s sold.
I do not choose to walk the path of silent and dead
Or leave my hopes unanswered while in quiet I wept
Or blame my next of kin for all the reasons I did
I rather leave the tension, hush the hate in my head.
To stick close to the heart that leads each step from love
Have faith to move forward knowing I’m good enough
And when they tell my story, like a book never read
Blessed was this journey and all the beauty I met.
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My interview with WEtalk tonight gave me a chance to tell my story and let me reflect on the things I've done right and wrong. The hateful and loving thoughts I've had along the way. This was a quick poem I wrote this morning to express my thoughts.
More info on tonight's interview: http://bit.ly/1kk9PFG