Skinned KneesA Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.A poem describing what should have beenYou are part of me, I am part of you--- Every strand of our beings were meant to be woven together.
We are no longer young, sometimes when the light is right I notice tiny lines in your face.
Lines that define a woman of character, of dignity, of grace.
Where were you? Where was I? Why could we not have met
known each other before the road forked...
became strewn with rock-hard words that tore our souls...
allowing love to seep slowly into the dirt of dispare.
Why were we destined to travel pot-holed paths, to trip---
skin our hearts, our knees before the road came together once again?
© 2011 Patches I'm not so new anymore.Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 18, 2011 AuthorPatches I'm not so new anymore.Westwego, LAAboutAmerican by birth Southern by the Grace of God. more..Writing
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