Sandpaper

I felt myself reaching for you

But there was sandpaper on your skin

And my soul was grazed by the touch

Sensing how it was for you far too much

And how much pain you were in

I am sorry now I could not understand

That what you needed was not what I

Could give

Then

I will take it as another failure

Yet another reminder of my sin

Of how I felt short

Again

Although I tried my best

Sometimes hearts

Just cannot connect

No matter what the intent

And sometimes things are too painful

For affection to flow

In the direction or form we wish

That love would go

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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