in my hands I hold
the remains of a gift
once freely given
and received unprotestingly
this gift, the only thing worth
giving. pure, whole.
the only thing to offer.
given willingly, prayerfully,
trustingly.
it was meant to be cherished
respected, protected.
nurtured and grown.
then my trust was betrayed,
broken, abandoned
now I feel I can never,
ever let someone promise to
cherish and protect me
for now I find
that all that remains,
are remains
JCM 2013 ©
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
in my hands I hold
the remains of a gift
once freely given
and received unprotestingly
this gift, the only thing worth
giving. pure, whole.
the only thing to offer.
given willingly, prayerfully,
trustingly.
it was meant to be cherished
respected, protected.
nurtured and grown.
then my trust was betrayed,
broken, abandoned
now I feel I can never,
ever let someone promise to
cherish and protect me
for now I find
that all that remains,
are remains
JCM 2013 ©
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