Skinned Knees

A poem describing what should have been

You are part of me,

 I am part of you---

 Every strand of our beings

 were meant to be woven together.

 

We are no longer young,

 sometimes when the light is right

 I notice tiny lines in your face.

 

Lines that define a woman

 of character,

of dignity, of grace.

 

Where were you?

 Where was I?

Why could we not have met

 

known each other

 before the road

forked...

 

became strewn with

rock-hard words

that tore our souls...

 

allowing love to seep

slowly into

the dirt of dispare.

 

Why were we destined to

travel pot-holed paths,

 to trip---

 

skin our hearts, our knees

before the road came together

 once again?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

Life is full of dissappointments which often bring dispair and what should have been simply isn't in the cards often times~ deeply expressed emotions spring forth in this nicely penned piece

[thesepaperbones]

This is very powerful and beautiful. The sadness is very clear and it leaves a haunting feeling. A wonderful read that I'm glad I got to experience!