F A L L I N G…
…Like leaves during a burst of wind on a new fall day
Too hurt though standing
With not much left to say
Thawing inside from the brutal words
That came from your frozen heart
Nothing can comfort the frost bite I have already
Is it too late, or am I not ready
Like dew that forms on a still blade of grass
I often see myself as coming up last
Trying hard though, in spite of it all
Helplessly wandering,
Never towering, but just very small
Like rain before a hurricane, I give a good effort
Even knowing that the storms will come
That is always a good beginning
At least, it is something
Oh, the things that plague me the most
They are the good intentions that sometimes go array
Falling to the wayside unattended
As if I had nothing left to say
Oh, if effort could really be all one needs
Things could certainly be different,
At least, for me.
MwsR ❤
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