tis about,well,seeing the light. |
White light . There are only so many times you can tell someone they aren't good enough , before they start to believe you. There's only so many times you can knock someone down , before they lose the will to get back up. I can be told not to give up , an energy surge, a kick of inspiration , one to the dozen. But then it all starts all over again, something i used to love , and embrave in my soul , turns into an ordeal, almost a fear. Terrified of failing , terified of the looks and dissapointment , disbelief reflected from there face to yours. An image painted a million times over, nothing new , nothing unusual, a kick in the teeth to reshape, replace and polish. Then standing in line for another bleak beat of the boot. Hand in heart walking to try again. Tears moped , face painted back on like a clown , a laugh , a joke , a squirty flower performance to conceal my sentimental stupidity. Heart dropped, stamped on and danced upon. 'Tis bruised and torn and snagged at the seams . Stiched and patched rocked and held and baby cradled once to many times for comfort. You seem to know, not to care. I catch your eye but you pretend not to see me , not to know me. so i stay alone to stand trampled and defeated. Wanting you to rescue me , mo white hankie not quite a damsel, i prayed for you to smile away my tears , but now they are long dried, i stand on the darkened empty stage, waiting for you to turn the light on . Then i saw it. The only light. The only answer. White light. |