Feet dressed bare, shuffle front right, front left, turn to the side, shuffle side right,
Side left. And front again.
Arms raised to clean and to put away and to question, answer and direct.
Thoughts to be better and Communicate!!!! Communicate!!!! Communicate!!!!!
So many things to do, as many as things to say. Thoughts and conversations
Unfinished like leftover take out. You save it for lata.
My feet walk the talk I can not say. Love me good and strong how I am.
Cradle my baby girl in your strong arms until she knows you mean her no harm
Tears fall into a black whole filled with fears and atoms of hurt feelings
Small pieces of heart float on top like melting snow flakes
My body battered and beaten
I'm a shell of the child I was.
Angry and sad full of raging blood over flowing with the intentions to handle, take
care of, be strong for, be there for, all with out a word of what about me and her
Lord please help me to still my mind so I can hear what is to cum