I have to be honest....

Dropping point

Long walks down paths that were pondered, prayed about.
Worry crept in when taking the first steps, but I went on faith.
This is my reality.
Learning how to trust and on whom to rely.

I see myself being brought down by the flaccidness of life.
How can I get you to stand with me?
My pain that is.
It won't surface.
Or maybe it just can't be erased.

I hate feeling angry.
I hate being let down.
I know this as disappointment and it stings me hard.
Right where I am most vulnerable.
And yet my journey tells me that this is the best out of life.
Feeling, and being as real as one can choose to be.

I cannot do for you what you cannot do for yourself.
I still long to, but I won't.

Meet me half way, won't you please?

There are tears that stay just at dropping point,
and they are old.
There are nights where writing is my only comfort,
and I am getting cold.
And then you speak of communication. Of reaching out
and putting myself out there, only to be thrown back.

But I will not let this ruin my hope.
Perhaps that's why I walk this path anyhow.
Maybe you are not the ending,
maybe...You were only the beginning.


written on a dreary day while awaiting a response
Kristen Driscoll