Expressive Eighth.........

String of Beads

A heart that is heavy and burdened- it beats so fast...

Memories strung through a mind like beads of glass.

Shiny, sparkling, alluring to some,

Painful, blinding, taunting to one...

One who walked through every thought,

One whose life is made up of things lost.

At times one wants to unstring those beads,

To let them fall to the ground as they please...

Although the temptation is there, one knows that those thoughts must stay in the air.

Thoughts whether of pain or not, bring to us remedies sought.

Food for today's thought:

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."

-Leonard Cohen