Trashed
The ashes have cleared and the rain is washing memories of you
I see it now as I gaze across those thoughts
I was pierced with the arrows and I hid the blood
I wanted your help but I couldn't find words
As I glide through the words I found after searching
I am back like a tattoo which has faded and is hidden
I am dressed in white and I matter
God has heard my cry and has seen my tears
All I needed was the first day and it was what was asked
You told me I don't matter and that I am a loser
The sticks and stones have broken my bones
Your name will always hurt me
You thought I would die and the trash men would carry me
But the cry was heard and as I lay my gift at your feet
I do so humbly and the fat lady starts her song
She is drunk and as she sways to that tune
You search for me in the closet that you hold
And like thunder crackling cross a summer sky
My eyes water like waves on the tide
But I'm riding that wave to freedom
And your search will find nothing
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
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