To give in or give up,
That is the question.
And as I sit here and ponder my life’s reality
The lifestyle that’s led up to this point
I’ve realized there is no simple answer
There’s no reason as to why you find yourself struggling to find the meaning in your life
Or as to why you can’t fall asleep soundly to the silence of your own breath;
And it’s only when I’m awake and listening can I see the truth before me,
Your sound asleep with contentment in the arms of my sheets and I, well I, I am here dealing with the mess you have left me behind to deal with.
You’re hurting too,
Your kisses cannot coat the pain this time
Nor will mine
For my eyes are dry and my heart is numb
But I’m foreshadowing your next move
A dim light and a snow fall
A cold walk and a liquor coaxed dream
Only now you see me.
So when I tremble in dismay with your hand on my cheek; do not be weary,
For I have not but pondered this outcome
To give in or to give up?
That is the question.
And it is now that I realize there might be more than yet two answers
My eyes are open, my ears are sound, and my heart is still
This time 4 months hasn’t changed me;
But I still hope you will
~Bre Womble
Sunday March 31 2019
