A slap in the face, the door hit my face
is what that feels like.
To be viewed as the trash from the day before
a slap i the face is what that feels like.
A sore muscle- tired from all the crap and stress
stress, anger and pain is what it is.
Once it may have seemed like the best
-when hidden secrets were found;
all hell broke loose.
All the lies, control, false face, all those great wonders
all came tumbling down into the reality.
Years later, an old picture rose up and was observed again
to know the story, to see the pain, to feel the hate. . .
a sore muscle is what that feels like
a sprained ankle is what that was.
Broken and tore apart, pulled in different directions
all but the easy way out-
since there never is one.
Looking back to smile at the tears lost
to laugh at what once felt like the best cookie
To go back is one good reason
yes a very good reason to look back. . .
Is to go face those scrambled emotions and say a little something . ..
To say God Bless you Sir
Thank You Sir
Have a Great Day Sir
Wishing You The Best Sir
Good Bye to You Sir