Funny how weeds uproot

       Funny how the memories that climb deep
even between well rooted stones. How sometimes
I come across something and there is something that
states to me that no "change" ever occurred. That
your choices are still the same with ever so slight
corrections.

      How funny how one word says "talent" but
what is that gift? All as it was before, a lie.

      Now I see how moving forward allows me to
forgive you of all that you do, even now. Still you
are stepping and retracing footprints to a whole
newer level.

      Is there really ever a change? Seriously? Was
it really sincere or was that, too, a lie to deceive
the liar held within you? How comforted you may
seem in your quiet world but observations have
been held, made.

     Strange on the forums people use to hurt others.
Amazing how the raging waters do crush a person
but the spirit soars above and beyond the pain.

     Why go back, is my question? Why rack up the
deception again? What gain is there? Just a loss
is all I can say.

     So here I sit wanting to scream at you. Jehovah
rattles me, my nerves down to nothing as I pray
for your heart, your eyes. Hoping for a sincere
response because right now it doesn't seem to
fit nor did it in a memory.

     All I can do is hope that somewhere you get
torn because the progress you are revealing is
killing me. Seems as no effort is really being placed
nor absorbed.

     Carefully I step back hoping what was
observed was a major mistake or even a total
misunderstanding. Oh Jehovah help me to control
my temper for if I speak to anyone I am bound
to break down. A select amount of tears create a
tiny streaks on dry, pale skin.

    Oh brother, sister of mine correct me if the words
were wrong. The images seen were just illusions.

     Would you correct me if I was wrong? Oh
please say you would.

     Just want that hug to assure me of my natural
confusion. That the emotion felt should not weigh
me down.

     So please talk to me for I know you will find
a way.