Thursday, May 26, 2011

Where I Want To Stay

There Are Days I Don't Feel Strong, When I've Given My Love To The Last Drop, and My Hand of Friendship I've Extended So Far It Is Sprained And Sore, and I Feel So Empty. I Give of Myself, Not Expecting Return, But Sometimes Even I Deserve A Refill. :-(

Thanks, my blog friends who send me little notes trying to do just that... You are loved back. I'm sorry that I am not so strong, as some days are harder than others. Some of those days I feel like writing it out, here, and some I just don't dare.

I wrote a poem today... It goes a little something like this:

I cut open my heart
and allow you to look upon
the very beat of it;
Raw, fresh and blood-laden
my pain belongs
to me, and me alone--
For the beat of my heart,
it has no Home...
and loneliness is
a dark and dreary shack
where I rest
my head, for now.
As my weary eyes
watch in wonder
while another bright sunrise
fades into a stormy night,
I scramble for a flicker
trying to hold on to the light.
If by chance,
I can close one eye
to sleep right where I lay,
It is you who lives
inside my dreams,
where I want to stay...
where I want to stay.

<3 <3 <3


Furtheron said...

blimey that is deep stuff.

hope things turn the corner soon for you

Bizarro Aunt Jackie said...

Thank you Furtheron!! I'm glad you enjoyed, and I am hanging in here, I know that things will all work themselves out. :)

I keep my head up don't worry, music gets me through, that and my motorcycle.

Chelly said...

Aw Jackie baby. I'm here for you. Give me a shout if you want to talk. Touching poem.


Bizarro Aunt Jackie said...

Thank you as always Chelly!! Hope you are doing well!