Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about
Touching innocence and those that never chose
There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind. – Mr. Fred Rogers
Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about
Touching innocence and those that never chose
Tomorrow will be better but for today, I’m missing my Rex.
Those with plenty but dare not share could lose it all with nothing to spare.
Panic simmers beneath the skin
Can’t believe what is true
Your fathers God becomes your own
Fingers tight around colors of red
Tongue pressed out in concentration
Little finger touching paper of what will be
An eruption of glass and heavy blackness violently knock you to the ground. As your vision fades you hear the birds and see the image beyond the feeders that lured you here…
It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin….
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks
I do wish peace to those with struggles, whether they are visibly obvious or hidden deep within their selves.