Great Friday
It is as good of a friday as I can ever recall
everyone was pleasant if not dismayed
in a silent fashion
although I suspect
they respected
my candor
I sat and listened
smiled when necessary
and freely gave my imput
when to my astonishment I
left alone as hoped
and made the
journey
back into my
thoughtful universe
Ruminations leave me
pleasantly suprised at the
way it has all turned out
wistful but relieved at
the release of endeavors
that would have left me drained
in mind and soul
but still lacking in body
a raw heart hung
by a rusty nail
I am only beholden
to one love now
yet still I am
thankful for the tasks that
lay before me
and the labor of love that
has brought me
closer to my
progeny and
ancestry
yet far from my love
and the times that have
wrought my bones
like iron
A fool I may be
but not forlorn
my undertakings are
those from which
I cannot be torn
Copyright © Shayna Earnest | Year Posted 2010
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