Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Sept 15, 2009 11:40:44 GMT -5
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She always said, "Take ten minutes,
just sit down and write your thoughts."
How can one write
forty-seven years of shit
in a ten minute window?
I knew she meant
write what you're feeling now,
but somehow I was
lost in history
and I could've used
that window
twenty years ago
to escape through or jump from;
maybe open
for a small breath of
fresh air.
But life was toxic
and I was bound
to eternal damnation.
Actually, that window
finally opened;
fifteen years over-due.
And me, not even
able to collect a late fee.
But, I was given a much
greater reward;
peace.
From a small
ten minute window,
freedom from his wrath.
Original
She always said, "Take ten minutes,
just sit down and write your thoughts."
How can one write
forty-seven years of shit
in a ten minute window?
I know she meant
write what you're feeling now,
but somehow I was
lost in history
and I could've used
that window
twenty years ago
to escape through or jump from;
maybe open
for a small breath of
fresh air.
But life was toxic
and I was bound
to eternal damnation.
Actually, that window
finally opened up;
fifteen years over-due.
And me, not even
able to collect a late fee.
But, I was given a much
greater reward;
freedom from his wrath
through that small window,
ten minutes of opportunity.
Now, for the first time
in these forty-seven years
I can truly say
I'm at peace.
She always said, "Take ten minutes,
just sit down and write your thoughts."
How can one write
forty-seven years of shit
in a ten minute window?
I knew she meant
write what you're feeling now,
but somehow I was
lost in history
and I could've used
that window
twenty years ago
to escape through or jump from;
maybe open
for a small breath of
fresh air.
But life was toxic
and I was bound
to eternal damnation.
Actually, that window
finally opened;
fifteen years over-due.
And me, not even
able to collect a late fee.
But, I was given a much
greater reward;
peace.
From a small
ten minute window,
freedom from his wrath.
Original
She always said, "Take ten minutes,
just sit down and write your thoughts."
How can one write
forty-seven years of shit
in a ten minute window?
I know she meant
write what you're feeling now,
but somehow I was
lost in history
and I could've used
that window
twenty years ago
to escape through or jump from;
maybe open
for a small breath of
fresh air.
But life was toxic
and I was bound
to eternal damnation.
Actually, that window
finally opened up;
fifteen years over-due.
And me, not even
able to collect a late fee.
But, I was given a much
greater reward;
freedom from his wrath
through that small window,
ten minutes of opportunity.
Now, for the first time
in these forty-seven years
I can truly say
I'm at peace.
