Tuesday, July 17, 2012

a little bit caught in the middle

it's a long way down this road,
and just when you think you're healing a little,
new wounds open up
and we're stuck in the middle
of a fistfull of shipwrecked
wood cutting splinters.
the world's full of questions
and never finds answers,
but breathing fresh hope
we find a beginning,
only to find once again
our head's spinning.

you have been all-broken. 
these hurts bend us all in and out and upside down
but - i hope - they will bend us into a better shape. 

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