Words, words, words
I’m disappointed by words
They are no longer enough
They have betrayed my trust
Words are a weapon
They form a web of deceit
They cost me part of myself
Wounded, I seize my freedom
This new perspective is so different
I can see past the words
And I hear a different tune
Despite the same familiar lyric
No more words crafted from a silver tongue
It is action I long for
I will settle for no less
I was never meant to
About Me
- Marsha
- These are my thoughts - God-inspired, artistic, and otherwise - as I come to discover more about who I am and, even more so, who I trust I will become as I strive to follow the calling that Jesus has placed on my life.
2 comments:
Hmm, seems someone disappointed you recently. Sorry for that.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARSHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I'm afraid to say more after memorizing the rules for Birthday month. I assume there is heightened penalty for breaking the rules on the actual birth-day.)
So Happy Birthday!
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