I am hurt. Yet again.
I hear her, I feel her. I talk to her. I feel hurt.
I am hurt. Yet again.
Today I smiled, and all at once things didn't look so bad.
Today I shared with someone else, a bit of hope I had.
Today I sang a little song, and felt my heart grow light,
And walked a happy little mile, with not a cloud in sight.
Today I worked with what I had and longed for nothing more,
And what had seemed like only weeds, were flowers at my door.
Today I loved a little more and complained a little less,
And in the giving of myself, I forgot my weariness.
I am weary, and hurt. Yet again.
I am hurt. Yet again.
L L n k t F
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