A bit of length in a conversation

   Rolling words trickling down. Falling
into the silent codes. A difference of
opinions halt a wide open door. Still the
motions die once the alternative is
displayed.

   A soft laugh deepens the creases in
my face. Hardens the crust of words
hidden.  Inside are declarations that
move me to remain steadfast. Ah but
the sweetness of nectar that dangles
before me just erases. I find the sigh
that remains.

   Indeed the echoes that trace leftover
lines across my memories, hold dear
the quiet chuckles. Yes a tender
bitterness enters but only for a second
or two. Just that of a kind reminder
of the yesterday long passed.

   So gentle are the verbs of the long
run days. The overwhelming pressures
of weighed stresses. Oh how they are
absorbed into the night. How clear
the ways are.

   Here I try my best to just let go.
Leaving all the sourness behind and
swallowing the hurt. Most days I can.
Most days my stance is strong. Yet I
do have my weak days where just a
hug is really needed.

   A bit of strength from an unexpected
source. Sadly I will not just stand up,
screaming for my hug. I probably
never will. Indeed a smile of
satisfaction will proceed to lay across
my slate blue eyes in dreamy hopes.

   Alas a silly dreamer but I am me.
Hoping. Still my part of who I am
will always come first. My choices are
that, mine. No need of dependency
or reliance on any man.

    Yet there is not to say if one does
happen to come into line of sight,
ease in and find strength within my
lists. Yes objectives are allowed.
Still priorities will have to coincide
severely to even contemplate for a
minute.

    Perhaps too regulated in my ways
but specifications have to be applied
when it comes to me and my life.

    Alas though I am not ever really searching for that part of life. Always
reaching, holding onto the one
stabilizing source of food, wick I need
to continue one foot in front of the
other.

   Perhaps I extend my dreams too
far but it allows goals to form and
quakes to keep me going. I will not
let down my perseverance nor
my will power. Indeed I am all
about what makes me lovable.

   High strung yes because my
one focus will not be changed and
if some cannot change or match
I have one word - goodbye.

  Ah yet the smoothness of time
wears down the roughness I carry.
Still strength builds the backbone.
My strength is Jehovah.

  At most I am me. At best I am
Jehovah's child.  At worst I am a
child. Alas to intrigue people I remain
as close as I can to who I became
for the approval. Not below.

    Hmm food for thought from a
country bumpkin.  Smile and give
praise to Jehovah. Indeed these
small expressions  mean more than the
biggest tokens given.

   One twirl and I become beautiful
even more in Jehovah's eyes.

   Yes I like that. How about you?