Excuses | Logan Gilley
No more excuses
for a broken world,
no more words of parting,
High time for words
of knitting together,
songs of mending.
No more excuses
for a broken world,
no more words of parting,
High time for words
of knitting together,
songs of mending.
Come to me wearing all your scars,
come to me bring the divine tears of despair
and the darkness of your fall,
you see i want it all from you,
don’t worry, the softness of our lips
will change the fate.
They couldn’t touch her anymore,
something had changed deep inside.
She closed doors all around herself,
seemed to have stopped smiling
and was only seen walking alone.
Luckily, this was only temporary,
a thoughtful pause between chapters.
She was fighting quietly,
being patient and careful,
waiting for the right people
and correct opportunities.
Her diligence and tenacity
were rewarded threefold.
Her life didn’t just start again
but blossomed and shifted up a gear.
She never mentions,
never mind speaks ill of
those past folk,
nor acknowledges their existence.
She wisely let the Dragons of Karma
destroy her once persecutors.
And whilst it was happening
she never once gloated,
laughed or even stopped to look around.
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Brother, I want to hear your voice
and I don’t. I want to see what
we have in common, finally, after all
these years.
I want to meet the son that has
my name.
There is another version of my story
I’d like to hear out of your mouth,
and then maybe we can have some
family rest.
Little by little
then moment by moment
measured out
minutely, you crept
into my life like a vine,
leafing and spreading,
filling my garden
with precious herbs
I did not know
would heal my wounds.
In a world
of such great hurt
the challenge
can be where to begin,
where first
to offer healing,
where first
to offer a kind word.