How do I walk through the fire without you near
How do I cross this fallen bridge without your hand in mine
How do I
How do I love our family into a new existence
When you refuse to love me
Refuse to have me
Refuse to take my face in your cupped hands
Refuse to see me like you first did
How do I
How do I continue to love our children for us both
How do I break all ties with you
How do I separate 'u' in us and keep my sanity
How do I break this world
A.
Part.
And still act like it's
Together
How do I cry inside and raise a happy home from this rumble
How do I sustain our family's foundation
When mine...
When mine...has already c
r
u
m
b
l
e d
How do I walk away with dignity
When anger, passion, shame mingle
Why do I walk away with the dignity that's left
Because...
At the setting of every sun There is the rising of a moon Which has waited its eternity For death to open its tomb To leave the safety, the dark of a womb - For updates on the journey as a writer: shaziane.wordpress.com
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
The Dignity That's Left
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