What I carry is insignificant,
What it means to you doesn’t matter.
Why it falls and on this wall makes a splatter?
This is my burden to carry,
I am the one who swallows this bullet, not you.
I am my own ego-death and then I’m not.
Yes I realize
______________I am not among the few.
I am my own and alone.
I am half of a whole and never lonely.
I didn’t ask for your help.
_____________(I don’t need fixing)
Just love me.
_____________Because I love you.
Posted in Personal
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Empty walls and clear blue skies,
We both grow old: the building and I.
The bricks crumble, leave dust behind.
Who dies first? Me or these walls?
Abandoned brick and mortar fall
Long after my last scrawl.
Both without purpose die alone.
To give and give love we find our home,
In helping each other we find our own.
Posted in On A Positive Note
Tagged brick, crumble, die, dust, give, help, kind, love, mortar, poem, poetry, wall
She stares into the distance
At nothing. At something.
Expecting sight to be rewarded with newness.
Queens have risen and died, kings have fallen,
In the time she took to realize
Her place was small.
Dogs do not look upon the fallen and weep.
She stood, to eternally be.
Just that, to be.
What did she stand to do?
She reached down,
And helped her neighbor to his feet.
Posted in Musing
Tagged distance, dog, feet, help, king, neighbor, poetry, queen, reach, stare, weep