Just what is reality?
Is it what I think I see?
R arely sure of what I’m seeing
E verything perceived differently
A wareness of my surroundings
L earned acceptance of what is
I n thoughts we share the world
T ruth is of your individual belief
Y esterday may be all that’s real
was so upset and mixed up
the web of emotions so complex
my heart sobbed and tears dried
my mind numbed and pretty well froze
I was aimless and anchorless wandering
feeling down and out and at a future bleak
you came in like fresh breeze scented and cool
you held me soft cradeled and cosily warm and safe
I squirmed for warmth and you blew in a hot ballast
warming me so well and comfortable in al pores and ways
you spew love that overflowed thoug you were so unsure
I grabbed all that you strew in my direction like an orphan
and continued the genrous take
till one fine day I heard and saw
for sure and dead sure
that you had come
from a hurt
recent
a bad one and so curt.
I adore the rebuilding energy that you possess...you regenerated mine and we are
resurrected.
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