Hell or High Water
If I walked back through the door
The prodigal daughter
Lost
Found
If they saw me again
Would they know me
Would I fill conversations
In pleasure or in pain
Would they gloat
Or envy
Time changes everything
It certainly changed me
Too many times fallen
With no words to describe
Too many times sealed
Deep within me
That I’m not even sure
Alcohol could tease out
Too many dreams and plans
That I’m following
Silently
Come hell or high water
posted by Bluelijn @ 18:31
4 Comments:
Some beautiful words here Blue. I am thinking of creating a page of "Interesting Poems" on A Brush with Art and would like to include some of yours if you are OK with that...
Thanks for the compliment.
I'm happy for you to include some of my writing if you want. My only request would be that you let me know which you chose if/when you choose to include them.
Oh and congrats on the new blog!
Your poems are intense, lovely, and beautifully composed. I particularly like the most recent one ("Think"), but I couldn't find a way to leave a comment there.
Thanks for the kind words.
I've also fixed the missing comment link. ;)
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