by Lyn Marinello
I am an open book
penned in invisible ink
Incredibly pensive
with thoughts unworthy to think
I've battled foes
unseen by the masses
Sprinting through life
as I trudge in molasses
I see little I like
in my mirrored reflection
Rise from the ashes
to greet new dejection
I dance to life's cha-cha
on sore, calloused feet
Feast on hope never ending
that tastes so bittersweet
There's a pain in betrayal
the soul can't correct
An ache indescribable
from complete disrespect
As a tired head raises
adrift in a hurt filled haze
I can almost see clearly
the error of my ways
I have searched for the answers
in the person adjacent
Thought "little" wrongs don't count
I became completely complacent
I bartered and bargained,
plead for forgiveness, redemption
Thought that maybe some status
provides a safety, exemption
I've learned salvation exists
as I see when I probe
Not in material, money or man
but at the hem of His robe
Incredibly pensive
with thoughts unworthy to think
I've battled foes
unseen by the masses
Sprinting through life
as I trudge in molasses
I see little I like
in my mirrored reflection
Rise from the ashes
to greet new dejection
I dance to life's cha-cha
on sore, calloused feet
Feast on hope never ending
that tastes so bittersweet
There's a pain in betrayal
the soul can't correct
An ache indescribable
from complete disrespect
As a tired head raises
adrift in a hurt filled haze
I can almost see clearly
the error of my ways
I have searched for the answers
in the person adjacent
Thought "little" wrongs don't count
I became completely complacent
I bartered and bargained,
plead for forgiveness, redemption
Thought that maybe some status
provides a safety, exemption
I've learned salvation exists
as I see when I probe
Not in material, money or man
but at the hem of His robe
Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! Appreciate the kind words.
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