Taking on a leadership role is difficult. Many times you
have to rely on and be patient for a stranger to recognize who you are. You
would think the strength of progress would be the loudest voice, but the few
voices of the status quo yell very loud. I look around to see those who believe
in faith coming out of the woods, but I wish it were quicker, because people love
to pick on the person who stands out alone. For now, since I accept fighting for new progress against old
ideas, I have to accept being a punching bag until I am recognized as a friend
and people see and hear the other people yelling for change with me.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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