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Stirred and tossed, like waves you sent me
Even still a gentle fire below my feet
The pain is sharp, yet it forces me to move
I’ll wake from this sleep
Our touch will never meet.
Beauty so deep – you say that it’s so in me.
That comparison is slim
Yet in my head a ruddy reflection rots
And my once brilliant eyes fall dim
Into sadness
Into longing
Into foolishness I dare not speak
Only suffering comforts the weak.
Peel back this flesh
Toss it aside
I’ve never felt as dogfaced as I do tonight
Your praises, your hand-spin fawning
Is a bitter pill
And it always will.
Starving and broken, I carelessly reached
One look, one word would arrest
The only heart deeming you above the rest
How my strength could break like glass
This breakdown will soon pass
Words that had restored me
Serve only now to remind me
Of paper-thin hopes only I possessed
Do not agonize
Do not fear
It’s my last request to let slip one more tear
How do you deny what takes rest with your soul?
Walking lost
Lost with you
Brings me home and takes its toll
I’ll work to discover all I abhor
To match the depth of everything I adore
In you.
© April S. 10/28/05











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In life, trials and tribulations are mandatory; misery is optional.
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He who works with his hands is a laborer.
He who works with his hands, and his head is a craftsman.
He who works with his hands, and his head, and his heart, is An Artist"
St. Francis of As
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