Keeping It Honest (standard:poetry, 336 words)
Author: Lori	Added: Jan 02 2011	Views/Reads: 2434/1690	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Asking for a reason to live doesn't mean we're on death's door. It means asking if someone cares enough to give us one reason not to go through life as a robot.

Keeping It Honest 

* 

The bright blue skies 

has been dulled by the rain 

for so very long now. 

My soul cries out in pain. 

I think I'm coming around though. 

Maybe I see the stretched out hand. 

Could be there's no sense in saying 

I'm once more like a rubber band. 

* 

The dead of night is so blinding 

when you don't know where to turn. 

When grief, of any kind, comes 

it's hard to realize people have concern. 

Even distant love has a way 

of being a band-aid to the scar. 

I've always lost my balance 

when not looking for the north star. 

* 

Saying I'm okay isn't cutting it. 

I'm not nor will I ever be the same as before. 

This leopard changed her spots. 

I've shut the past's painful door. 

I don't want to be what I once was. 

I want to be something different than that. 

It doesn't have to be more or less. 

I desire just a friendly chat. 

* 

I don't know what I want. 

But I do know what I don't. 

It isn't being another two-digit number. 

Or someone who's easily disowned. 

I don't have to be in first place 

to understand what love means. 

And we've so outgrown being 

a couple of reckless teens. 

* 


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