I wish I knew
what would paint
a smile upon your face
like the ones
playfully scrawled
on pathways
in rain faded
chalk dust.
I wish I could
understand
the pain
that you've endured,
help you to regain trust.
I would give my heart
if it would help yours
beat twice as much.
I wish I knew
the words to use
to show how much
you mean to me.
I’ve always been
good with words,
except for when
I have to open up
my heart for all to see.
I fear that the doubt will creep in,
the hurt I’ve felt
will begin to grow again
ripping apart my chest
and then
I’ll sit like those chalk dust faces,
being rained upon
by my own distress.
I wish I knew
how to comfort you
when times are troubled
and it feels the world
is crumbling around you.
I wish I knew.
But all I have are
the scraps of my own pain,
faded like dust on pavements
in pouring rain.
Pavements
I’ve walked across
over and over again.
I wish I knew how to show you
the moments I regained my belief,
so you too could be inspired.
The old torn out soles
that walked those miles
supporting blistered feet,
the holes through which
the rain would seep,
have left a soul
that is not too weak
to hold yours tight,
no matter what fear may appear
in the middle of the night.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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