You can change it but then nothing changes except maybe faces if you live through the ages
You can hold grudges but then nothing’s worth shutting out the love she gives when it’s mixed with your ashes
She took all that skin you hid and she turned it into crosses
She prayed for the things that you did and turned it into magic
She drew a bridge over the sorrow and a tunnel through despair to bring you a brighter tomorrow
And though you gave her wings piercing sharp edges
She cut through your night and exposed a boy who’d gone missing
She tiptoed delicately and softly into your heart
Once inside she carved her name into your soul
And it ticks like a chime
And connects to her rhyme
And she’s with you all the time
And now you dream again
And hope is a sun
And day is a chance
And tomorrow is forgiven
For what crime is living
If you can’t have her around
Are you really going to be the stone that takes her down?
How many have you thrown at her now?
Do you line her mistakes up in a formation?
When she crumbles do you feel the vibration?
Does it give you a lot of appreciation?
When she falls do you feel a better man?
She put a dream in your hand
She made you feel something again
And now you wish her to be a better friend?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I just think people’s mistakes aren’t as bad as people make them out to be. Sometimes the innocent fall. Especially when faced with burdens and dilemmas (and often revelations). But the guilty will be the first to cast the stones. History has proved this time and time again… I had things I needed off my chest. I wasn’t going to do a rhyme and then I was and then I wasn’t and that seems to be the flow of the poem. It is what it is…
