Sunday, February 12, 2012

blind

In Truth, I stand
With my Will, Against your hand

I have all ways been here
Proud. Fearless. Searching for a way

to bridge our differences.
Communication is my answer

to the silence that stretches
across these distresses

as we lay,
motionless.

I have all ways been true
in every time I have come to you

with love, and compassion,
and the continual expansion

of, acceptance.
And this is how I am repaid.

Made to be a liar.
Made to feel there is no way.

Why then do I stay?
How can I believe there is still a way?

Never before have I had
such, Faith.



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