Sometimes preparing is simpler than it seems
And yet
Receiving is not.
Help
It Is Hard To Remember
Sometimes when you open up
A person doesn’t respond
(and they certainly don’t open up to you)
And you feel exposed
And vulnerable
And at least a little hurt.
Sometimes when a person opens up to you
You don’t respond
(and you have no idea what to say)
And you don’t know what to do
And you can tell
That not saying anything hurt.
As I Gnaw
She did.
And I wonder,
how many times in my life
have I done some small thing for a person
some thing that I forgot almost as soon as I did it
some thing that turned out
turned out to bring them to tears
and not the bad kind of crying
not the tears of pain
I wonder.
I still cannot believe it,
but…
She did.
Perhaps, if not Alone
I will walk with you
Take my shaking little hand
Let us carry on.
If Only It Would Set In
Tell me all the parts
The parts you could not say
The things you wish I’d never done
And what they took away.
Tell me how the lies I took
Helped to make your life a hell
Tell me how the poison tree
Never was a wishing well.
Tell me how I hurt you
And what I took away
Don’t let me live in fantasy
Losing my own way.
Help
Do you say the creed?
Do you say the prayer?
Do you still believe?
That the end will turn out fair?
Do you hate the world?
And somehow not yourself?
Who gets out alive?
Who stays on the shelf?
Who gets read for pleasure?
Who gets read for pain?
Who gets read at all these days?
I ask you once again.
Because
Sometimes it feels too hard
And nothing seems to fit
And everything disjointed screams
Way down in the pit.
Sometimes nothing works at all
And everything is wrong
And you don’t have the strength to stand
Or to carry on.
Sometimes alone is not right
And you can’t find a way
So let me take your load my friend
And carry it today.
A Soul's Walk 