Soil likeness
Pushing up some sort of leveled roses. Planting only the depth of my roots. Catering only to the acidity in the soil. Only long enough to grow and prosper.
And I have played this game well. Pressing my forehead against the cold window glass. I notice just how much I long to be outside.
Free of so much that is in my life. Everyday the echoes tip me over. And there I am seen pulling myself back up. And as some people ask why I spring back, I have no definite answer except that it is expected of me.
I would not know how to stop fighting for what I wanted. Many times I have let go but I never stopped fighting. Maybe in a silent undertaking I am still hoping.
A small gesture of love I give to numerous people who may or may not deserve it. I don't count on my hands nor in my memories those who gain my pieces. I just hope those who have held me or listened to me had, at some point in their lives, compassion there.
Yet as I sit here I snicker. Probably in doubt but never letting the negativity settle inside of me. See that is how I can move forward. I don't let things settle within. It damages and I am pretty weakened after each time I separate.
Also probably why, now, I keep so many people at bay. Standing far but still glancing and listening. I have to do what is best for me. Not selfishly as before but cautiously. Not really wanting too many humans inside my private thoughts, anymore.
I have a weakness of forgiving easily and trusting once I forgive so many times. Yet I also have understanding of great many things of repeated cycles too.
I tend to sway away from everyone because of the various levels I gain.
Perhaps, well I know, I just strive my best to be open to all situations. And even when I am thrown I gain the lesson given. Teaching myself to keep going. Even though I may be swimming in thick muck I still regain strength.
Surprising how that works out.
My eyes grow tired of this talk. Now coming to the close and dryness of remarks. Certainly I can just be grateful for caring too much and accepting all face value of any situation.
Once that is learned life has a different meaning.
Never been there?
Don't worry one day you will have a glimpse. All I will me doing is smiling. Not for pride but for joy that now we have something in common.
Interestingly the soil I was in only got my soul dirty and drenched my spirit with rain water. Kindness to those who helped me break free and realize that.
Hmm. Are you one I give hopes for? Just ask.
And I have played this game well. Pressing my forehead against the cold window glass. I notice just how much I long to be outside.
Free of so much that is in my life. Everyday the echoes tip me over. And there I am seen pulling myself back up. And as some people ask why I spring back, I have no definite answer except that it is expected of me.
I would not know how to stop fighting for what I wanted. Many times I have let go but I never stopped fighting. Maybe in a silent undertaking I am still hoping.
A small gesture of love I give to numerous people who may or may not deserve it. I don't count on my hands nor in my memories those who gain my pieces. I just hope those who have held me or listened to me had, at some point in their lives, compassion there.
Yet as I sit here I snicker. Probably in doubt but never letting the negativity settle inside of me. See that is how I can move forward. I don't let things settle within. It damages and I am pretty weakened after each time I separate.
Also probably why, now, I keep so many people at bay. Standing far but still glancing and listening. I have to do what is best for me. Not selfishly as before but cautiously. Not really wanting too many humans inside my private thoughts, anymore.
I have a weakness of forgiving easily and trusting once I forgive so many times. Yet I also have understanding of great many things of repeated cycles too.
I tend to sway away from everyone because of the various levels I gain.
Perhaps, well I know, I just strive my best to be open to all situations. And even when I am thrown I gain the lesson given. Teaching myself to keep going. Even though I may be swimming in thick muck I still regain strength.
Surprising how that works out.
My eyes grow tired of this talk. Now coming to the close and dryness of remarks. Certainly I can just be grateful for caring too much and accepting all face value of any situation.
Once that is learned life has a different meaning.
Never been there?
Don't worry one day you will have a glimpse. All I will me doing is smiling. Not for pride but for joy that now we have something in common.
Interestingly the soil I was in only got my soul dirty and drenched my spirit with rain water. Kindness to those who helped me break free and realize that.
Hmm. Are you one I give hopes for? Just ask.
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