Not alone

Somewhere…

Deep within my soul

Lives a very old man

He sits and watches

My whole life span

He never intervenes

Just sits and watches

Supporting me silently

Through all of my choices

Sometimes he speaks up

Only if I really ask

But he only whispers

Then I complete my task

Other times in my life

He speaks through others

Using words of Love

From my sisters and brothers

Who is this old man,

Deep down in my soul?

I can only tell you this…

I am not alone.

My Hands

Sometimes my hands hurt

From reaching into broken mechanical devices

Sometimes my life hurts

From spending too much time in my vices

I don’t want anyone to think

I am incapable of truly being happy

But where relationships are involved

I attract crazy and end up unhappy

I get sucked in to

Her beauty and disregard her insanity

Then when my vision becomes clear

I want to return to humanity

But alas I get lost in my emotions

I get hurt and tossed around and broken

So maybe when things hurt I should be more cautious

Instead of diving deeper into her turbulent ocean

When my hands hurt

It Is just a part of the life I choose

When my life hurts

I have to ask…

Do you actually enjoy the abuse?