|Keeping It Honest (standard:poetry, 336 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: Jan 02 2011||Views/Reads: 1043/601||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Asking for a reason to live doesn't mean we're on death's door. It means asking if someone cares enough to give us one reason not to go through life as a robot.|
Keeping It Honest * The bright blue skies has been dulled by the rain for so very long now. My soul cries out in pain. I think I'm coming around though. Maybe I see the stretched out hand. Could be there's no sense in saying I'm once more like a rubber band. * The dead of night is so blinding when you don't know where to turn. When grief, of any kind, comes it's hard to realize people have concern. Even distant love has a way of being a band-aid to the scar. I've always lost my balance when not looking for the north star. * Saying I'm okay isn't cutting it. I'm not nor will I ever be the same as before. This leopard changed her spots. I've shut the past's painful door. I don't want to be what I once was. I want to be something different than that. It doesn't have to be more or less. I desire just a friendly chat. * I don't know what I want. But I do know what I don't. It isn't being another two-digit number. Or someone who's easily disowned. I don't have to be in first place to understand what love means. And we've so outgrown being a couple of reckless teens. * Click here to read the rest of this story (37 more lines)
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