ReAL TaLk

Cracks in the window….

cracks

Cracks in the window

Seasons change

Sometimes deranged

Shades of orange and yellow

Prettier than jello

The color of the leaves radiate warmth, a sense of hearth

They give a smidge of hope, of love, but not the peace that I yearn for….like a dove

Is peace too much to ask?  Respect?  I’m being direct.

It’s cold in here, all just disappears………

You give your best with no rest, yet it bites you, with spite, only to leave you with unrest

………..an in duress………….

From the beginning, it was all about your needs, your wants, and nothing has changed

You don’t really listen to my needs–because they don’t line up with what you want….

You can’t see, you can’t hear, because you are blinded, deafened by your own compulsions………

That crack these hearts……………and these, once clear…………….windows.

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