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As I Lay

As I Lay
By Brynda on 05/17/2016
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As I lay be side you I can't help but stumble, against your sorrowful tears holding on to what had seem to be lasting forever had begin to drift apart.

Yet somehow you clenched onto my branches promising you wouldn't let go no matter how hard your palms begin to slip and slimmer you held on dear tightly.

We begin to weep tears together as we felt our closes near endings.
But as I broke that's last branch, I still felt your bleeding and trembling hands holding on tight.

I look past you as a stranger not realizing I was looking far beyond a host of a new premises, as a clarity of new hope while he strengthen the weakest ones...

Long while ahead, we begin to walk towards a pathway of freedom and forgiveness. Striving for greatness and opportunities for the rest of the time of life.

But as summer goes, leaves fall and drape, as the wind tapers onto our skin. Leaving us to feel that first chance of emptying out the hatred bringing us into an emotional wreck of coldness.

I'll walk past you not knowing you, but to forget you... For you was the one holding on to those branches I had broken off as a piece to fall deeper into a pain full memory like a needle being threaded to start something new and to be finished with hope and gratitude ... I was that needle and you where the yarn I was creating into a masterpiece to be warn with love and happiness.

I realized that as I walked past you, it was just a figure I walked by nor a human person being, I was walking past myself because for I was holding on to that branches dear tightly as a stranger forgetting it's ways of life...

"For he shall fall upon all broken obstacles but he shall be the one to say: "I will walk upon you and realized that thee brokenness isn't just against my pain...."


Brynda Cardona (nineteen years old now) life is like a book, every chapter is a new beginning, but life itself is no prediction.

? By Brynda On 5/17/2016 11:47:39 PM
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