Clothespin

"can she see through the bars of his plight,

and ache for him, too..."

Won't

Can't, anymore.
A need to be heard, to get it out,
Just to let it go somewhere.
Won't ever get to.
To hold you like that, again.

Won't share those precious moments that
Were so wonderful.

All the perfect rays of light that kept us going
For so long.
The ways you find to

Hurt eachother, the stones you throw without even trying.

I wanted to touch you again.

To hold your hand and be ok.

I'll take a little wooden clip, for now.

A hard reminder again of just what damage I have done.

And at the same time, a tiny beam of hope

That someday it might be repaired.

A clothespin

An offering, an olive branch perhaps?

Closed spin around in my muddy pit.

I'll hold my head up higher

Be more proud of myself.

And someday it just might.