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He won(my fight)His battle.
striking a used match
upon that grey line
of remember and forget
swinging in and out of time
pouring gasoline on cold ash
a hope for familiar feeling
nothing but smothered dust
that is now sticking to the ceiling
and I fought so hard
to get myself this far
but oh can't I see?
it never really was me
He did it all.
enemy of the past
the evil eye of life
giving thought and itching scars
handing me a knife
shiny as it may be
my hand stands still with might
to open wounds that have already healed
would start another fight
and I fought so hard
to get myself this far
but oh can't I see?
it never really was me
He did it all.
deep hidden places never move
the monsters on the prowl
but rest assured the work is done
to forever keep them out
to stop them from stealing what's most precious
my life is shouting loud
He won the fight
He crushed the head
He brought to life
what was dead
and I fought so hard
to get myself this far
but oh can't I see?
it never really was me
He did it all.
Oh now I see
He did it all.
magnificent image
striking a used match
Like it alot. KS
Like it alot.
KS
love this a lot!
"my life is shouting loud" and "swinging in and out of time"...love this a lot! I can tell you felt this one deeply :)
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Thanks!
i did feel it deeply. Thanks for commenting. My messy life, but God makes it right. That's what makes it beautiful.