It seems as though my creative juices run dry when I have a lot to ponder on. I have been thinking a lot lately, and so, I haven’t been able to put up all the blog posts I would want to. After chewing on this extensively (or so I hope), I would like to share a little I’ve noticed about… well about life – but I’ll start with me (this promises to be long, so brace yourself). I used to be very compassionate. I think over time it has reduced, but I still consider myself to be a v
I have heartache…
Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest.
Sometimes I feel weaker than I am…
I sense I can’t handle life with these two hands.
These hands have built so little and yet, abandoned a lot.
They’ve wiped many tears and written many fears. My hands have worked up enough muscle to make me strong.
But why do I still feel weak inside. My insides are soft.
A direct contrast to my outsides…
they’re rough and figureless-
Maybe that’s w
I’m desperate and wanting.
Waiting and thinking.
Dipping and fetching.
Hungry and thirsting.
Yet, it’s not my first time.
I’ve gone full circle.
And I’m still searching. Man:
Woman, you are thirsty!
Your are wilted and dry inside. Woman:
You need not say it.
For I can feel it and you can see it.
I have been here, waiting for you to give me water that I may not thirst again. Man:
Not only do I see it, but I feel it, too.
But we have been here before.
Then, I gave