|
By redplasticroses Date: 2005 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.20.01.19.10426]] |
|
I am not a saint Not even close I'm just a woman With a loving heart Who cares for you Plain and simple No hidden agenda You keep your wounds Under wraps Close to your heart Protected from most eyes And further pain In your eyes I see shadows of your very private wounds deep and gaping I respect your privacy I have been there Oh, how I have been there heartbroken sitting in the dark alone alone with my tears and my sorrow my wounds hemorrhaging wishing to die I understand. I have worn a path to the altar of grief offered my heart to make the pain go away tincture of time does not heal only surrender does remember and learn release and heal surrender the pain when your heart is ready Who wounded you? I do not need to know I am not her nor do I bare her daggers or the distrust that she bred someday, when you think of me you will understand I came out of the ether searching for you offering a compassionate heart kindred spirit trust unconditional love and the key to my soul I am as gentle as water as fluid as rain giver of life healing nourishing quenching Like water I evaporate over time leaving a sign that I have been there a watermark on windows after the evening rain unless I am replenished Perhaps someday when you hear the rain you will think of me kindly. As you inhale the damp soil know that unconditional love has the same earthy, wholesome scent like rain to soil love is the healing water.. for those who replenish the source. I have said my peace It is your desire to go, not mine I pray you find What you would not accept from me - A place of serenity with Two arms that you allow to hold you heal you love you two arms that will not let you go. redplasticroses (c) 2005 |