my kindness is wrapped
in sandpaper,
my sorrow is bundled
in rage,
the solace that I find
write now,
are these words
I’ve placed on
the page.
you might not want
these gifts I bear,
but really they’re
all I’ve got.
what I need,
I’ll take from you,
with too few words
of thanks.
I’m sorry that
I move through
life with the grace
of an explosion;
a tank.
but, know that I
am grateful for how
much you’ve given
me,
it means more
than you
will ever see.
so, as you gather
your resolve,
strengthening your
nerve,
know that I do
the same, because
you are more than
I deserve.
blessed be you
who unwraps
razors,
I’ve poisoned them
with love.
I’ve put them in this
envelope,
the corners sealed
with blood.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
my kindness is wrapped
in sandpaper,
my sorrow is bundled
in rage,
the solace that I find
write now,
are these words
I’ve placed on
the page.
you might not want
these gifts I bear,
but really they’re
all I’ve got.
what I need,
I’ll take from you,
with too few words
of thanks.
I’m sorry that
I move through
life with the grace
of an explosion;
a tank.
but, know that I
am grateful for how
much you’ve given
me,
it means more
than you
will ever see.
so, as you gather
your resolve,
strengthening your
nerve,
know that I do
the same, because
you are more than
I deserve.
blessed be you
who unwraps
razors,
I’ve poisoned them
with love.
I’ve put them in this
envelope,
the corners sealed
with blood.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
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