Much have I traveled in the realms of gold
Free until you halted me that winter morning
Suddenly, everything turned to ice.
The box had been opened.
Unclaimed guilt turned into scars
Because you were helpless, but then again,
So was I.
What once came in small doses now slapped me in the face
So you took that hand and broke it with your remaining strength,
Swept me up and showed me a new way
To look at the morning.
Now our scars match, but they're beautiful
And I can travel the realms of gold again
Because you laid the path.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Me gustó mucho - I loved it -
ReplyDeleteTraveling is the best - Viajar es lo mejor!
Saludos! Chau!
I love the blog. Great post. It is very true, people must learn how to learn before they can learn. lol i know it sounds funny but its very true. woven cotton fabric
ReplyDelete