All the familiar faces are here,
but the gasping breeze has shifted.
I see in myself a change
that for too long I resisted.
The girl who sits across the room,
withdrawn and needing love,
I hold her every day
and tell her what she's capable of.
The little boy sitting on the couch,
so full of energy,
he loves me, he despises me,
but soon he'll come to see
that the person he is leaning on
is not the man he seems to be.
I won't pick up the pieces this time,
for I've something else to do.
I'll help my children cope and heal,
and teach them to love again, too.
I've made some big decisions,
it seems to have happened so fast.
But the choices I've made
have been clear for years -
they've set me free at last.
5/6/06
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-11-06 17:58:19
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