After you answer a phone to a crying voice
& realize you're hearing a breaking heart...
you start hearing the echo
in your own words
in your own broken soul
I don't want to feel bitter
this was supposed to be something we could work through
you listen & you realize...
this is your heart too
You don't want this broken bitterness
& your heart stuck in a self-destructive repeat
but the pain is still real
these wounds aren't just skin deep
so you comfort the tired voice
at the other end of the line
you pray for their mending heart
you wish them the better ending
the one you never got
because your stories follow these
parallel story lines
& you almost forgot
that a story like this can still have a happy ending
Their's will end better
Their heart is still beating right
& you actually believe it
when you hear yourself saying
it will all be alright
It will all be alright
It will all be alright
Showing posts with label phone calls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label phone calls. Show all posts
Monday, October 14, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
(41) Mom
Nothing quite so good
as hearing your voice
at the other end of the line
when I've been worrying
about you
You keep me inspired,
going, hoping
you're my voice of reason
& the soother of my storms
I can't lose that,
can't lose you
Please be healing
& I'll be moving on,
growing up,
& making you proud
Thanks for being you, Mom
Labels:
chest pains,
hope,
hospitals,
Mom,
phone calls,
scared
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