Passive

I don’t know how many minutes I missed
I’d fell myself at the roots
just to take them back
one by one they eat at me
tears won’t help, no
so I await my second life
handle my pride for me please
as I cannot bear it here
where could you have been so clear
my friend we’re both lost
with markers, no goals
but I know a path less travelled
maybe you might learn
or maybe you will be saved
I am well, either way, dear
my heart lifts with each moon
and tears the tiny muscles taut
so tomorrow in my minutes missed
I hope I shatter not

Copyright L.M. 2008!!!!