I have walked this road before
I have gained some ground and learned some lesson
But just when I feel it is safe to move to the next step
I feel myself falling
Falling like a tight rope walker missing a step
Only to find myself back on the ground with my face towards the sky.
I missed a step
Didn’t learn a lesson
Did not listen to some important information
Now I am back facing the same crap
Only this time the crap is a lot fouler
There is a lot more of it
And I am a lot more tired
I can’t escape it even if I wanted to try
I have learned one thing
There is no avoiding the crap
You get it or it comes and finds you
But face it you must
I have walked this road before and I am tired
So I have decided to roll up my sleeve, buckle down, pick up my shovel and get crap out of my way
I an’t traveling this road no more.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
With Love,
Cindy