Trails I've Walked
Trials are blocks that build me up,
squares on a quilt that is my life.
They are memories of vodka slumbers,
nameless faces and hands that weren't mine,
ghosts of needs I never wanted,
and empty silence fueled by time.
Trials are trails I wandered down,
the walks that have brought me here.
Though my scars are vivid still,
I know the walk is worth the tears.
This is my entry for Second Chance Idol over at [Unknown LJ tag]
I've spent two hours on the phone with Suddenlink Cable trying to sort out my internet woes. Finally, I walked across the street to my boyfriend's house to post this. His internet didn't work either, so I'm hunched next to the window pirating the neighbor's. Mercy...I cry mercy...
squares on a quilt that is my life.
They are memories of vodka slumbers,
nameless faces and hands that weren't mine,
ghosts of needs I never wanted,
and empty silence fueled by time.
Trials are trails I wandered down,
the walks that have brought me here.
Though my scars are vivid still,
I know the walk is worth the tears.
This is my entry for Second Chance Idol over at [Unknown LJ tag]
I've spent two hours on the phone with Suddenlink Cable trying to sort out my internet woes. Finally, I walked across the street to my boyfriend's house to post this. His internet didn't work either, so I'm hunched next to the window pirating the neighbor's. Mercy...I cry mercy...