Who are you I ask myself...
We stare and wonder recalling not so distant memories ...
of faded smiles and laughter
... turned into this wicked game
no clear rules
just hurt and blame
and then again...more of the same
When will this cycle stop....
a sharp point
when our foolish pride might end?
if our minds can just embrace
we we're both so wrong
like the melody playing of our favorite song...
knowledge it didn't have to take so long...
and the beauty can be recalled
and I can touch you again....
battle over..
.scars intact
but healed ...
..it's all been revealed
and we could find the ability to feel
...us again.
A warm relief
and found belief in all things that were...only a possibility -
but I hold that tight to my chest...
guessing this is just another test...
and....hoping we survive.
Cherie Nolan © * All Rights Reserved - 2016