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Misty Morns

Within My Skin

Within My Skin

Might as well face truth, this reality
never to be totally right this time
come to grips with certain finality
out to lunch, surely it is time to dine.

I have laid a feast upon your table
groaning under platters of loneliness
you wish to save me, if you are able
a mistake, to think all is emptiness.

Try to change me, hoping that I will fit
you will have missed the chance to cherish this
my love, this woman you will not forget
for my way is surely not made of bliss.

Tenderness and compassion dwells within
to find a way to live within my skin.

 

 

© April 1998 by Rita Carrington Bryant