There is solace among a crowd-less room
I am a stranger
While I glimpse at his soul behind a song,
It inhabits the veins, intruding into my spirit.
“In the morning, I see you,” he sings
An overwhelming feeling falls upon me,
And for some reason I find myself
Wishing that he were singing about me.
Shadows cover my eyes
I’m still not able to feel the
Inaudible words through his closed lips.
We clumsily dance across guitar strings
Only a song could say the words
We are too frail to say.
I just finished watching Randy to the Rescue on TLC. I can’t help but be annoyed at people who get all upset about their scars. Granted in the episode the women that I’m referring to was beautiful and such a nice girl. It was just hard to relate. I understand it sucks, especially on your wedding day, but deal with it. Be proud of your scars and the story it tells! I have tons of scars. They tell a story about my life and the struggles that I’ve gone through. My scars are apart of me.
For those who don’t know me or my story, I’ve had two open heart surgeries and four other heart surgeries. I’ve always had a scar, since I was three days old. I’ve never once been insecure or have hid my scar. In 2004, I had another open-heart surgery that left me with a shiny new lengthy scar. But, I loved it. I embraced it. I think everyone who has scars should show them, embrace them especially on your wedding day.
The fall chill,
The stormy thunder heads
Reminds me of you.
You were the calm in
The storm of life.
But you made the mistake
Of thinking I’d be your saving grace.
Then you ran
As soon as you realized
I’m not what you needed.
Mr. Cog was a watchmaker. He made the most beautiful watches in the land. He came across a women one day who wore the most beautiful wristwatch he had every seen. He soon fell in love with the women and every day he would ask her, “Who made such a beautiful watch? You must tell me.”
She would only reply in return, “It is a gift from God, my love.”
They married and grew old together all the while Mr. Cog tried to replicate his wife’s beautiful watch.
On her deathbed she called for Mr. Cog to take off her watch and so she could show him the secrets to the watch. He wouldn’t hear a word of it, “I would rather spend this time with you then learn about a watch. It’s only a watch.”
"Look into the face of the watch." And with her dying breath, the watch opened and a small light came out and floated above them. All that was left of the watch was the bits, pieces and parts but the watch had lost its soul. With that Mr. Cog understood he would never be able to replicate his wife or the soul she carried with her.