Category: poems
unfinished.
divorced male
christian.
looking for a
godly wife,
a best friend,
a quiet nighttime hand holder.
funny how,
when,
in the whole world,
that’s all i wanted to be,
you weren’t looking for me
at
all.
Sara Teasdale at 4 am
There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beautiful.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
Shattering the setup
Being divorced is like being hit by a Mack truck. If you live through it, you start looking very carefully to the right and to the left.
~Jean Kerr
Divorce is the psychological equivalent of a triple coronary bypass. After such a monumental assault on the heart, it takes years to amend all the habits and attitudes that led up to it.
~Mary Kay Blakely
Many divorces are not really the result of irreparable injury but involve, instead, a desire on the part of the man or woman to shatter the setup, start out from scratch alone, and make life work for them all over again. They want the risk of disaster, want to touch bottom, see where bottom is, and, coming up, to breathe the air with relief and relish again.
~Edward Hoagland
in trying to perfect,
i destroy.
in trying to love,
i create hate.
in trying to build up,
i break down.
in trying to be free,
i imprison.
in trying to gain wisdom,
i bewilder.
in trying to explain,
i confound.
in trying to try,
it seems that
i
fail.
Hope on Top
so is it worth it
to lose
one’s Person
in order to find
One’s Person?
and not in the
otherperson
manner.
but in the
my person
one.
chances taken
that, really,
could not have been fathomed
before,
seem crucial suddenly.
oddly enough,
(funny how the words are coming now)
salvation
is in the risk.
interesting how the
self
preservation
thing
could,
in all actuality
and hope,
be our rescue.
Pretty much the only way I’m communicating these days…
in search of clarity,
afraid of mistakes,
committing to the
thing that could
cage me later.
is anyone ever sure?
Hoping that one
day it’s clear,
beyond any doubt shadows.
Begging for an
absolute
that I’m not sure exists.
Sadness here,
through a core of hope.
Thank God.