Watching the apple sapling grow
From a seed in the furrow
Waiting for the dream to grow
Buried in my heart's burrow
When we Love
We say we "fell" in love
When we Hate
Do we then "rise" in hate?
It cuts our hearts very deep
When far from truth they leap
But why do we not mind
The lies in our hearts we find?
Cleaned up another's mess
Admiring eyes, Envy spews
Whispers, an unheard voice
My own house-an uncleaned mess.
He borrowed my shoulder
He said "You are my rock"
I sat there mutely strong
Holding up the pile of sand.
I needed to be held
As tears from flowing, I withheld
His back I beheld
Alone, my path, I tread.
5 comments:
Oi ! Is this synchronicity again ?
did someone write something similar?
What I wrote in my last blog about what we program ourselves into with relationships and how we wander in the aftermath of our choices and wonder what to think.
hehe, guess the unconscious works in funny ways.
beautiful...and a bit painful...
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