grit like sand (take 2)
Sunday, August 22
they said of her...
damaged.broken.breakable.unfixable.
damned to be all that she feared
stuck in the wasting
they called her hope-less
she had hope before she grew
she carried it around at every turn of celebration
and in her heart she felt that cancer
knowing all to well the divison
a chamber for john and another for judas
judas walked behind her in shroud of darkness
knowing her all to well, keeping parts of her entrapped in all her vices
yet he sang songs of sweet melodies
his counterpart's room painted in the naked truth
layed wake to the quiet and the loud noises of her soul
in this room she found deep sorrow that was married to great joy
it was a foundational healing cloaking her body like a protective shield
here her body laid in the litter of broken dreams and empty nights
this room used to be a temple but now the remnants of a broken down home
a thing she once knew
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
grit like sand (take 2)
Sunday, August 22
they said of her...
damaged.broken.breakable.unfixable.
damned to be all that she feared
stuck in the wasting
they called her hope-less
she had hope before she grew
she carried it around at every turn of celebration
and in her heart she felt that cancer
knowing all to well the divison
a chamber for john and another for judas
judas walked behind her in shroud of darkness
knowing her all to well, keeping parts of her entrapped in all her vices
yet he sang songs of sweet melodies
his counterpart's room painted in the naked truth
layed wake to the quiet and the loud noises of her soul
in this room she found deep sorrow that was married to great joy
it was a foundational healing cloaking her body like a protective shield
here her body laid in the litter of broken dreams and empty nights
this room used to be a temple but now the remnants of a broken down home
a thing she once knew
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