Do I start with thanksgiving to THE MOST
HIGH for helping me feel again?
Or praise HIS MIGHTY NAME for taking HIS
time in crafting her?
Mild confusion envelopes my grey matter
For a heart learning again to feel
For a mind reabsorbing the aroma of
affection
An emotional tremor is what it seems like
Reaching for a heart that matters
Yet meeting brick wall for every slight
progress
If I was such a bother, why say to me “Good
morning”
If I was an object of scorn, why send me a
new year message?
If she didn’t matter, why see her in my
dreams?
If she wasn’t the one, why will my heart
beat for her?
I was too realistic with myself to make things
up
I was on my own when my heart beat faster
Then I heard “Martha is around”
I was so real I decided to puncture the ‘disillusion’
Then I saw her real, and she said ‘good
morning’
Taking a cue to reach out again
But she was already fed up. Its just January
Why not wait till June?
And bear my trouble a little.
Maybe I will justify the troubles.
I’ve run out of ideas or what to say
I only know this time, the signs are too stark
I’m in again.
