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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