MIX UP
by Rosemary Clarke
Love is
Never having to say you're sorry.
Abuse is
Always having to say you're sorry.
Love is
When Christmas is a time of cheer.
Abuse is
When Christmas is a time of fear.
Love is
When all you've ever wished comes true.
Abuse is
When all you've ever dreaded comes true.
Love is
The freedom to choose.
Abuse is
A cage of doubt and worry.
Love is
Opening the door.
Abuse is
Trying hard to keep it closed.
Love is
Reading the violence in the papers at breakfast.
Abuse is
Knowing it every day of your life.
Love is
Looking out of the window at hope and the future
Abuse is
Looking out of the window and seeing only the past.
Never having to say you're sorry.
Abuse is
Always having to say you're sorry.
Love is
When Christmas is a time of cheer.
Abuse is
When Christmas is a time of fear.
Love is
When all you've ever wished comes true.
Abuse is
When all you've ever dreaded comes true.
Love is
The freedom to choose.
Abuse is
A cage of doubt and worry.
Love is
Opening the door.
Abuse is
Trying hard to keep it closed.
Love is
Reading the violence in the papers at breakfast.
Abuse is
Knowing it every day of your life.
Love is
Looking out of the window at hope and the future
Abuse is
Looking out of the window and seeing only the past.
Every cut is happening to you even though you know
it's not true.
Don't choose abuse in anything it's what smashes up this world.
Don't choose abuse in anything it's what smashes up this world.
That has the ring of truth, and it's an interesting progression. You have a very imaginative mind. Well written & descriptive prose...
ReplyDeleteHave a feeling of Deja Vous here Rosemary?
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