Blinders
That you continue to draw breath matters to me.
Every time that your heart beats
It means something to me.
Why is it that those things
That you most want and crave from life,
Are those things that you refuse to see.
It's time to take the self-imposed blinders
That keep you feeling sheltered, lonely, and desperate
Off and purposefully see what is really around you!
If you are unwilling to let it matter to you-
That you matter to me,
It is of no value, use, or purpose
That I continue to draw breath or
That my heart continues to beat
For to you, it is as if neither even exist.
Copyright © Stephanie Curtis | Year Posted 2006
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