Sunday, April 7, 2013

Preaching The Unpracticed

No words of my own tonight
Just drowsy and unknowing

Someone asked me why
I stopped believing

Don't trust the messenger, is all,
But I suppose anything is possible

The sound of the boy's heavy sigh stays in my ears
So disappointed in himself for spilling, tripping, striking out...

Try to teach him to be
gentle with himself

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