So I've been coloring a little again...

Not too far from here

"Somebody's down to their last dime

Somebody's running out of time

Not too far from here

Somebody's got nowhere else to go

Somebody needs a little hope

Not too far from here

And I may not know their name

But I'm praying just the same

That you'll use me, Lord, 

To wipe away the tears

'Cause somebody's crying

Not too far from here

Somebody's troubled and confused

Somebody's got nothing left to lose

Not too far from here

Somebody's forgotten how to trust

And somebody's dying for love

Not too far from here

It may be a stranger's face

But I'm praying for your grace

To move in me and take away the fear

'Cause somebody's hurting

Not too far from here

Help me, Lord, not to turn away from pain

Help me not to rest while those around me weep

Give me your strength and compassion

When somebody finds the road of life too steep

Somebody's troubled and confused

Somebody's got nothing left to lose

Not too far from here

Somebody's forgotten how to trust

And somebody's dying for love

Not too far from here

Now I'm letting my guard

And I'm opening my heart

Help me speak your love to every needful ear

Someone is waiting

Not too far from here

Someone is waiting

Not too far from here

Not too far from here"

~"Not Too Far From Here" sung by Michael Crawford

Dear Death

Dear Death,

We're old friends, you and I. I've walked and flirted and danced with you but you've yet to take me home with you. Instead you leave me here with Life. Do you know what he does to me, Death? The tortures he pains me with, the horrors he's inflicted on me? Why must you leave me here with Life? He has tormented me nonstop for years. Each day he makes me long more and more for your embrace, my dear friend. Why do you withhold your sweet rest from me? When will you allow me to run into your arms? Life says that I must remain here with him until he is ready to release me, but I know you can override his wishes if you so desire. Even I could override his wishes if I but had enough courage. I think that I will have that courage soon. Soon I will be clasped in your waiting arms, sweet Death, and leave this wretched Life behind forever.

Yours,
Threnody

Note: no freaking out, dear readers. The crisis that inspired this missive is past and gone. But upon finding it hiding in my journal I could not but share it with you.

I miss my Worgen DK

This one, while awesome, just isn't the same.

Because it's miraculous when small children believe what you tell them is the truth.

For, Again

For the arms that held me fast
For the memories now past
For the days and sleepless nights
For the tears of wasted fights

For the lack of where to flee
For the worthlessness of me
For the drifting here and there
For the peace that comes so near

For the empty nights of fear
For the road that's never clear
For the love I once possessed
For the Loves I once distressed

For the touches I now lack
For the darkness deep and black
For the love I did not show
For the Son I barely know

For the path trod all alone
For the sins I must atone
For the selfish things I've said
For the always that's now dead

for all these I seek release
for all these I weep tonight
for all these I search for peace
for all these my cries take flight

I look at how much trouble I have giving even my cats enough attention and know my son is in the right place. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, sometimes. It doesn't mean I wish things could have been different. But this is the way things are and I really think that they've turned out as well as can be expected.

I Weep

I weep for memories past
But I do not wish to relive them

I weep for loves discarded
But I do not wish to feel them

I weep for tears shed
But I do not wish to cry them

I weep for dreams replaced
But I do not wish to dream them

I weep for choices made
But I do not wish to repeat them

I weep for chances not taken
But I do not wish to take them

I weep for friendships broken
But I do not wish to repair them

I weep for faith misplaced
But I do not wish to believe

I weep for arms that comforted
But I do not wish to be held