September82011

Listen…

  If only I could speak to you the shouts of my heart or even just a whisper that would be a great start. Even it it came out syllable by syllable i would take the time to make sure you heard every word. But would you listen? My strengths are what seem to disable me, while my weaknesses gives strength to the conceivable. Is my mind to feeble to conceive all the truths and dreams that my heart chooses to scream as it races into new places that I didn’t even know it was hiding you. Like a fatherless child who dreams of a place where love isn’t just a word, my heart just wants to be listened to. I think my heart has more patience for you than I actually do. Still waiting for you to return and be rescued from the longing to be held. You who has the only hands big enough to hold all the remains of your broken masterpiece. My brokenness becomes your favorite puzzle, trying to piece back together all the places I went wrong, knowing that no matter how hard I try I just cant make them fit right. Maybe the image of a man I’m trying to create, is more like an act up on a stage…

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