Thursday, June 5, 2008

A poem for my Husband



06/01/08

Was inside too much today
Watching life through my windows
But not really seeing
Distracted
With rotten pieces of myself

Something must have happened
Just not exactly what
Like a scar on my body
Obvious
But only I know how it felt

And it will never go away
As much ointment as you are
It may be feint
Barely-there
But ever present

And you'll have to forgive me
If I need you so bad
Only you give me solace
Safety
In my stormy world