#adapted
Before you I was clueless and I was broken
But when I found you I finally felt like I had a purpose
I was adapted to you
I was adapted to waking up every morning knowing that somebody loved me
I was adapted to people looking at us in awe because of what we had
We were beautiful
And I was adapted to that
I was adapted to doing things a certain way to make you happy
I was adapted to the way your hand fit in mine
And now I’m lost and clueless and broken yet again
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
You're reality
Does it fit the life you live
Have you had questions
Is your energy your own
Do you believe there is more
Have you wanted to explore
Are you having suspicions
Reach out for a mixed path
A pathway to somewhere else
You are not alone
Life's path can be adapted
Adapted to match
Brian Hill - 2019 # 249
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
Each morning I look through my drawers
Looking for what outfit would best
Suit me for the day.
I see anger, cynicism, pride, and crankiness.
I see sadness, frustration, and entitlement.
Then at the bottom of the drawer
I see humility.
One of my least favorite pairs of
Tight-fitting pants - ones I've gained
Too much weight to wear comfortably.
Yet, after careful deliberation
Something inside me knows I must choose
To wear them, even if they don't fit.
I may not look right,
And passersby may get a good chuckle,
But I know you will reward me with ones
That fit much better: strength, confirmation,
Restoration, and establishment.
All of which require a big leather belt.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC