Comments on: Tired of Cryin’

By: KC

KC — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:51:29 +0000

and you know, i can offer those words of comfort, but unfortunately, i can only offer a cyberhug as my arms can’t reach that far.

peace.

By: KC

KC — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:16:23 +0000

yes, you are right.

some of us know how to filter out the noise. sadly, most don’t.

By: Broken Too

Broken Too — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:51:38 +0000

It’s as complicated as we make it.

Some of us learn how to complicate things early…some don’t.

We still have the capacity to be calmed and “cured” by a simple hug and some soft, comforting words. It’s in there amidst all the other noise.

Peace…

By: KC

KC — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:47:10 +0000

yes…I know all about crying.

If it we could just be like children again, where a simple hug and some soft comforting words could cure almost every hurt – but, alas…it’s not so simple, is it?

By: Broken Too

Broken Too — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:35:17 +0000

Very nice…should be in it’s own post…not just a comment on my feeble expression.

Thanks for sharing!

[You may be "no longer young" but you're not yet dead!]

By: Valkyrie

Valkyrie — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:07:02 +0000

My grip on the things I control eases away.
I am floating in a boat without a sail at the mercy of the vast sea.
Although I paddle in a direction, ultimately I am not sure if it is the right one.
With no markers, no horizon, how can you tell?
The players in the vast sea change day by day but the sea is the same.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down.
I paddle toward it, I must.
Without any direction I would drift and I must control what I can.

By: Valkyrie

Valkyrie — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 14:59:53 +0000

My body is defeated.
I am so tired.
I have stretch marks,and broken veins, and nothing works like it used too.
Age has crept up and whittled the youth out of my face.
My joints hurt.
My hands swell.
I am no longer young.