These times are uncertain

Folder: 
2014

 

Sometimes words are too heavy and they sink in people like cannonballs in the ocean

Become entrenched in the sands under currents

Sometimes you think you can handle things and honestly have no idea until you do that you just can’t

Sometimes sorry is hollow

A word dropped like smoke ash to cover up the burn

Sometimes it goes unsaid

Most times it’s all the other person needs to be okay, reconcile, forgive, let it go

And almost absolutely always….

 

It comes too late

 

 

View running_with_rabbits's Full Portfolio
allets's picture

Bravo!

Last line is a kicker - they say it is never too late, they are wrong. What is smoke ash? For  burns? - Lady A



~(:D)-

 

running_with_rabbits's picture

:)

whatever you want it to be??? I menat like the ahses from cigarettes on burns in skin...or spirit...


Much Love

Ashley

Beavis's picture

Simply WOW!

You blew me away from that opening line, "Sometimes words are too heavy and they sink in people like cannonballs". I need to read this again later & see if the title jumps me. It had me leaning one way, but you knocked me out with the poem! Love it!

running_with_rabbits's picture

:)

I figured you'd enjoy this one, it was the way I felt when i wrote it. I have this shell shocked, hollow, gapping feeling sometimes when I write and I have noticed that you ALWAYS love those poems, the gapping hole casim poems.... my fav part was the sorry is ash to cover the burn line


Much Love

Ashley

Beavis's picture

:-)

I can idenify, after 30 years shell shocked, hollow & gapping feelings, but find find the beauty that lies within the ugliness. ;-)

running_with_rabbits's picture

:)

diddo kiddo ;)


Much Love

Ashley