In The COLD, Sometimes
My tears fall ever so slowly. Always wondering when the loss really happened. I struggle to hold on to something, someone. I am haunted sometimes by, could this all be just a bad dream. And then I realize I am staring at the wall and I am very much awake………
Sometimes, I stand on the shore of my favorite beach or so I think. I realize the tide is coming in, my white sneakers are very much wet. Can this be? A fairly light breeze flows in my face and mist from the water touches down too. My hair is in my eyes, oh how I hate that, I brush it away.
Sometimes, I have wondered. Sometimes, God where are you, am I dreaming? You have brought me a long way but sometimes I drift with the tide. Oh drift ever so much.
Sometimes, I hear some of my songs that I like in the distance so perfectly scripted to go along with the circumstances I am in. Sometimes I am flooded with different melodies all describing a period of time in my life. Sometimes, it sets the mood and the tone.
Sometimes, I just sit on my bed and listen to the sounds of the night and I watch all the different shimmers and shadows of light that come in from the empty spaces. I realize, this really is so real.
Sometimes, I think of the different fronts I put on, acting on the outside like I really do have it all together and then on the inside I really am falling apart, coming undone sometimes.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is all there is. And here I am and all that is left is me. I notice that I am fading.
Sometimes, I wonder if there is really a God and if this is all real. I wonder if I can believe this all tomorrow, or if I can really believe it today.
Sometimes I think on things that are true, and wonder really, what is truth? I think on things pure and wonder what is pure? Sometimes I struggle with goodness. Sometimes my past flashes before me. I hate it. I hate all that I was. I wish I could have it all back again but I can’t.
Sometimes, I believe that my past will come back to me, but at least I know that in heaven it will be wiped away clean with no tears. And some how I believe it’s wiped away now.
……..It’s cold and I have Tears…. Sometimes……
My tears fall ever so slowly. Always wondering when the loss really happened. I struggle to hold on to something, someone. I am haunted sometimes by, could this all be just a bad dream. And then I realize I am staring at the wall and I am very much awake………
Sometimes, I stand on the shore of my favorite beach or so I think. I realize the tide is coming in, my white sneakers are very much wet. Can this be? A fairly light breeze flows in my face and mist from the water touches down too. My hair is in my eyes, oh how I hate that, I brush it away.
Sometimes, I have wondered. Sometimes, God where are you, am I dreaming? You have brought me a long way but sometimes I drift with the tide. Oh drift ever so much.
Sometimes, I hear some of my songs that I like in the distance so perfectly scripted to go along with the circumstances I am in. Sometimes I am flooded with different melodies all describing a period of time in my life. Sometimes, it sets the mood and the tone.
Sometimes, I just sit on my bed and listen to the sounds of the night and I watch all the different shimmers and shadows of light that come in from the empty spaces. I realize, this really is so real.
Sometimes, I think of the different fronts I put on, acting on the outside like I really do have it all together and then on the inside I really am falling apart, coming undone sometimes.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is all there is. And here I am and all that is left is me. I notice that I am fading.
Sometimes, I wonder if there is really a God and if this is all real. I wonder if I can believe this all tomorrow, or if I can really believe it today.
Sometimes I think on things that are true, and wonder really, what is truth? I think on things pure and wonder what is pure? Sometimes I struggle with goodness. Sometimes my past flashes before me. I hate it. I hate all that I was. I wish I could have it all back again but I can’t.
Sometimes, I believe that my past will come back to me, but at least I know that in heaven it will be wiped away clean with no tears. And some how I believe it’s wiped away now.
……..It’s cold and I have Tears…. Sometimes……
