Those that know me in real life will probably understand where this is coming from. For those of you who read this blog who do not know me in real life, this will be vague and sloppy and messy and for that I apologize, but some stories are not mine to tell. . . . .
Even with my eyes closed,
I could draw the picture.
Outline the hands,
Brush the cheek,
And make it strong enough to last,
No matter how many times lightning strikes,
Or how many times thunder cracks.
But the picture would not do justice,
And the words would get lost in a river of tears.
I bow my head and hope for the best,
And hold on a little tighter,
Until daybreak nears.