I reached for you
Stretched my arms
Arched my back
I stood there
On the tip of my toes
Reaching
Stretching
For your hand
My calve muscles tightened
My abdominal muscles contracted
I began to grow weak and tired
Feeling over extended
The wind blew
The rain fell
My firm foundation turned to mud
I slipped
I fall down
Reaching for you
Stretching my arms
On my knees
Wet, cold, and exhausted
I reached for you
And you turned around
And walked away from me
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Reviewed by Isaiah Robertson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2011
There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese