| Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 | |
| 9:39 pm |
Your armsWhat to say about your arms? The comfort and warmth
they gave. The habit and tolerance they eventually came to represent. Now, I don’t have those arms. I have no expectation, no routine. I have no worries or concerns. It was hard to give up those arms, that smile, those eyes; which I came to realize did not care for me as much as I cared back. At the same time, its nice to meet new arms, new smiles, new eyes; that prove to me I can be liked. Peace at the fact that other arms can provide that comfort and warmth, without asking for more in return, brings me joy. Happiness over knowing that custom shouldn’t be stronger than love, gives me hope. Now, I can think of the past and not miss those arms. I have new arms that welcome me, with an open heart. |
(Originally written in 2008)
