How is it so easy?
After I’ve given the best of me
After I’ve waited and accepted impossible things
After I drank my own tears
While I strained to trust
And learned to keep my eyes open
How is an apology as careless as breathing?
How long ago did you decide you were leaving?
Pardon me, naive and believing
But I am not myself and I haven’t been
And i am not these putrid rags I am standing in
It’s what’s beneath
The part you well know
The secret part like buried gold
How then is it easy to let go?
It’s been a little while since you’ve heard from me, but I’m here today to continue our discussion on at what we wanted to be when we grew up.
There’s nothing like the imagination of a child. I remember being asked in kindergarten and again when I was nearing high school graduation. What did I want to be? Well, something of the sort. And oh how my answer has varied over that stretch of time.
Once upon a time, I thought I might like to be a Veterinarian. When it became clear that I would become responsible for administering shots to sweet little puppies and kittens, my interest wilted. Other than that small diversion, I have always been undeniably drawn to the arts. I used to see commercials for Welch’s grape juice, or Manwich or whatever, and I’d think to myself, “Hey, I could do that!”…
Picking up the pieces
That’s just what you do
When you recover
From the blow
Life hurls at you
You put up or shut up
You bend or you brake
To clear your plate
Rehearsing under your breath
Every sun set brings a new day
Every scar starts to fade
I’m no weakling
But I’m scared
So if you just
Slip your arms around my waist
Your forehead touching mine
Tell me I’m gonna be alright
Then I’d plant a little faith
For the future
Maybe I’d grow enough grace to thrive
In my heart
This is what strength looks like
This is really part of an original song. In my head I hear the fabulous Hayley Williams, of Paramore rockin it out. Meh…a girl can dream, right?
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I hope your arms ache to hold me
In the middle of the night
Every hour you lie awake in bed
When you’re trying to swallow what you said
And unwish your mistake
I was the real thing
That’s what you told me
You should have never let me go