Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Poverty

Fill my bowl with empty promises
Take from me my security
There is nothing I can count on
But greater want

At times like this
There is only looking in
To find what's missing
On the outside

2 comments:

Liz said...

Powerful words - they speak of the past nine years of my life - it's a shame that one man can take away so much of the inside that we don't know who we are on the outside

Bonita Summers, RP said...

I've been where you are, Liz. It does get better. It can be a long journey back to yourself, but it's worth it. On the way, you'll discover strength you didn't know you had. Remember, living well is the best revenge.