I look back at how we wound up here.
Memories are scattered in my mind.
Just like your thoughts and movements
And sands of time.
That time is out of reach when you had shined.
Solidly walking
that lifeline,
And now the answers are so hard to find.
All the scrambled words that are spoken,
And they reveal that you are broken.
What is there left to say?
What is there left to say?
Every time you flip that switch,
You unravel another woven stitch.
What is there left to say?
And the ties that bind my hands,
Tightly knotted to prevent your escape.
You didn’t choose this.
Logic and reality were yours to miss.
You were handed a new deck of cards
To play.
All the scrambled words that are spoken,
And they reveal that you are broken.
What is there left to say?
Every time you flip that switch,
You unravel another woven stitch.
What is there left to say?
And we try to play by the rules,
Amid the cheaters and all the flaws.
Pray, pray hard to our God.
For the means to fix what is broken.
And understand the words when they
Need to be spoken.
What is there left to say?
Can we bring back the balance to stay?
11.22.17
©Kerri L. Stanley
11.22.17
©Kerri L. Stanley
