Day 313 - Used to Be

You cut me here, there and everywhere

Draining me of my life color

I used to have designs of my own

But now I am marked by your violence

I weep in my forest, so lonely

As I dream of monsters cutting me still

But what hurt the very most was you,

You cut me here, there and everywhere

I used to bleed, when I still had blood

To sacrifice to your vendetta of pain

But now you take even more

Draining me of my life color

I used to sing a thousand songs

As the wind rustled through my leaves

Creating a new miracle each and every season

I used to have designs of my own

I once had a lover in a young girl

Who every day held me in a adoring embrace

I used to be marked by her love

But now I am marked by your violence

Day 154 - Bending Bricks

I wish our walls could bend at ease

That brick by brick they were built for flexibility

But not all can be as I please

Day by day that becomes easier and easier to see

The arch made there is a compromise

One that the wall made for the land

But bricks and dirt have no knowing eyes

And take much less to understand

Walls are sturdier than I can be day after day

Because I was not made to weather rain

I was made to hear and search for the sweet things to say

And learn to muster paths away from pain

We cannot bend as the walls do

We can only search for what is true