i feel awkward
because it's been so long
since i've been near you.
i've missed you too;
i think about you every day.
But i've messed up;
i've done a lot of things
that i regret.
it's okay, child.
i forgive you.
i don't understand
i turn away,
i ignore you ...
i'm still here
right beside you.
i try to live without you
even though i know deep inside
that you're still a part of me.
you don't have to make yourself lovable;
i love you how you are.
even after everything I've done,
and everything that has happened,
would it offend you if i called you bizarre?
i am bizarre;
more so than you'll ever know.
this may seem strange,
but could I please ask you
to hold me, for a little while?
my child, i've been waiting for you
with outstretched arms.
(pp. 93-4; Dangerous Wonder)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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