Lint in a Bonfire
I think I was meant to meet you
I think my soul needed to
Be cleansed by someone like you
Who understands what it’s like
To burn in the mistakes
Of yesterday
But emerge from the embers renewed
More humble less burdened
By circumstance
But grateful for hands
That heal and don’t harm
For an embrace that warms
The center of me
That brings to life the buried
Pieces that had been discarded
To the darkness
Within me
I thought it would be easy
To ignore them
And not get
Bent out of shape
When someone new shed some light
On the yellow tape
I’ve been holding up
Not letting anyone fill my cup
Because it’s easier to reside
In my loneliness-to hide
In my pain
Than to try again
And I’m afraid I’ll make mistakes
I’m afraid I’ll have regrets
But I’m excited for conversations that haven’t happened yet
I’ve waited years to feel hope
I’ve been pulling at an endless rope
Trying to keep my head above water
And it all stopped when I saw her.
I think my soul needed to
Be cleansed by someone like you
Who understands what it’s like
To burn in the mistakes
Of yesterday
But emerge from the embers renewed
More humble less burdened
By circumstance
But grateful for hands
That heal and don’t harm
For an embrace that warms
The center of me
That brings to life the buried
Pieces that had been discarded
To the darkness
Within me
I thought it would be easy
To ignore them
And not get
Bent out of shape
When someone new shed some light
On the yellow tape
I’ve been holding up
Not letting anyone fill my cup
Because it’s easier to reside
In my loneliness-to hide
In my pain
Than to try again
And I’m afraid I’ll make mistakes
I’m afraid I’ll have regrets
But I’m excited for conversations that haven’t happened yet
I’ve waited years to feel hope
I’ve been pulling at an endless rope
Trying to keep my head above water
And it all stopped when I saw her.
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