Frame
How do I put my life in a frame? It would
make my Soul so delightful if I can put it in
a fram and hang it o the wall for all to see.
If I put my Soul in a frame, it will fall and crash
to the floor because it is too weak to hang.
You can hang me with nails; hopefully, I'll stay up.
I look at my pictures from my childhood. Some from
catholic school, my 1st Holy Communion, and even
from my high school graduatioon; they make me
sick to look at them because of all the pain
from the past.
Maybe, one day I will be able to paint a beautiful
picture of my Soul and hang it on the frame;
polished and free from wounds.
Copyright © Bernadette Ignaciuk | Year Posted 2010
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