Being Alive

 

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Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix. ~Mignon McLaughlin

 

 

Being alive is a strange and magnificent thing

a vessel

 that moves

and breathes

and holds

we are filled with a spirit

 like wine in a glass

yet we can hold so much emptiness

and carry loss with the gentle strength of a mother holding her child

my hands tried to keep you close

to know you like a mother does

and fill every need upon your lips

I thought love could be strong enough

to never break

but I have learned a thing or two since then

a heart that has never broken

is broken indeed

and even a hurting heart can move on

it beats even when shattered

and unlike a fallen wine glass

It still can hold what it longs for

love

that is one of the many bittersweet miracles of being alive.

 

 

 

 

 

Cause Your Heart is a Trailer Park

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There are memories I choose not to live with, but we occasionally meet for a drink. 
~Robert Brault

North Texas is a land of storms

And in 1970 so was our living room

And when your 6 years old

You can’t just pick up and leave town

Your stuck like a fence post

In the middle of tornado alley

The rain is going to come down hard

The winds may knock you down

Cause your heart is a trailer park

That is just the way it is

So you learn to pray

And sometimes look the other way

Like the eastern window of an old house

Then no matter how you try

Part of it follows you

Down the road are pieces of your past

Like remnants of a tornado’s destruction

And you find yourself sitting

Back in that same old place even if it is just for a little while

I look back and I see that 6-year-old sometimes

And find she is not that far away

Just another rain storm away

From remembering

What not to say.