Somewhere Down the Road

It's a lucky thing to have found her, and equally hard not to screw it up.

Your words are meant to comfort,
To demonstrate how much you care;
The things you think I’m feeling…
Those emotions aren’t really there.
I can see the pain you’re feeling
For the things afflicting me
The empathy exudes from you
And, I’m not too blind to see.
But I am too numb from anger
To ‘preciate your loving touch,
Your devotion in these coming days
Won’t seem to ‘mount to much
Over time, I’m sure I’ll find
Your love was my Gibralter
The rock beneath my ev’ry step
That would not let me falter.
‘Til then, I will hear your words,
See the tears well in your eyes,
And wish that I could be as strong
As my stoicism belies.
And wish that I could offer you
Some emotional compromise.
And wish that I deserved your love…

© Jeff Wilson, 2010

Nothing So Disheartens

When the bloom fades...

Nothing so subdues the soul as being undervalued.
Nothing so weakens one’s will as capricious criticism.
Nothing so dampens drive as one’s extra effort eschewed.
And from these careless condemnations, is birthed a seething schism.

© Jeff Wilson, 2010