If you were busy

If you were busy being kind

Before you knew it you would find,

You’d soon forget to think it was true
That someone was unkind to you.

If you were busy being glad
And cheering people who were sad,
Although your heart might ache a bit,
You’d soon forget to notice it.

If you were busy being good
And doing just the best you could,
You’d not have time to blame the man
Who’s doing the very best he can.

If you were busy being true
To what you know you ought to do,
You’d be so busy you’d forget
The blunders of the folks you’ve met.

I Stood at the doorway to a memory

I stood at the doorway to a memory I haven’t been to in while,

It’s a place where pain and joy live together,

As I stood there, my mind wondered if I should step in,

Knowing that the moment I do, I may not be able to find my way back.

I had closed the door on this memory when pain took over, and nearly killed me

So I found it strange that I would find myself here again, wanting to go in,

Maybe I thought I would just stay for a moment and remember the joy, before the pain knew I was there. Or maybe I just wanted to feel that wonderfulness I once felt, even if it meant I suffer the pain along with it,

It hasn’t been long since I left that memory, and I don’t even know if I am strong enough to handle what waits for me there, the day I closed and locked the door was the day I said I would never go back, that I needed to leave that door and its memories behind me,

But here I stood, holding the key, not knowing why I was here, yet yearning for that memory.

As I opened the door pain greeted me, as if I had never left, its fragrance was strong, and as tears filled my eyes, I searched for the joy, wanting to hold it in my heart one more time, wanting to feel its gentle kindness and love, but much to my dismay, I could not find it, and pain was all around, I quietly left before pain knew I was gone.  will I ever go back to that memory, who knows, maybe with time, but for now, ill leave the memory were it is, locked safe in a place where it cant hurt me.

By DF

I am to blame

It is I and I alone, that is to blame

I use to blame you for my broken heart

When all along it was I that needed to take the blame

I trusted you

I believed you

I believed in you

I over looked your character

I over looked your indiscretion

I let you in my heart

I befriended you

I wanted to see a man of integrity

I wanted to see a man of love, and honesty

I wanted to see a man full of hope and goals

I was caught up in your charms, and your words

I wanted to give you my heart

I didn’t think you to be the kind of man

That would break a heart like mine.

So it is I that is to blame

So you see

It is what it is.

by DF