May Weekend
I had a pretty great weekend. Seeing as my weekend is in the middle of the week, per se.
Crazy dreams and watching movies.
Lunch with Cary and a teenager. The detachment and mumbling brings back memories. I love them though. The people, not the memories.
I don't envy the period in time. It's a roller coaster of hard knocks and lessons learned that leaves scars not shown on skin.
Also grateful to experience secondhand. A privilege.
All the children in my life, is a privilege to experience.
Another poem?
Crazy dreams and watching movies.
Lunch with Cary and a teenager. The detachment and mumbling brings back memories. I love them though. The people, not the memories.
I don't envy the period in time. It's a roller coaster of hard knocks and lessons learned that leaves scars not shown on skin.
Also grateful to experience secondhand. A privilege.
All the children in my life, is a privilege to experience.
Another poem?
I maintain my innocence in this court of criminals.
I've broken no laws, only trusts.
A crime I pay for in blood
as I clutch the shards of my broken heart
and watch the red run down my arm.
So I sit on the stand and listen to the conviction
Being read so often I know it by heart
But it's not my conviction
of love and intention
It's a mirror of the past
A time that moved so incredibly fast
But not one I'm connected to
Only one that made me
One that I pay for
Daily