Gifts

You lost all your gifts
along the way
running down
a busy highway of fear
chased by a runaway load
of frightened imagination
filled with terrors
that wouldn’t come to pass.

You anxiously dropped each one
as you desperately struggled
lost in a search
for the path to perfection
while your dreams
choked and strangled
on their own nightmares.

Eventually it become impossible
to hold onto a single gift worth saving
while those who could have grown
from what you let die
scattered out of your reach
to keep from strangling.

Years later you awoke,
lonely, cold in the dark
blinking back hard from knowing
each of your gifts lay destroyed
leaving you begging,
screaming for time
to give back the dreams
it had no right to steal,
while you scrambled to save
what little you could.

But no time remained,
and no warm love returned
to lend a hand.

And it was too dark now
on your fear-grooved road
deeply hedged with
a life time of lies
for you to scrape together
enough spare change
on your own
to pay the monstrous toll
it would require
to recover all those gifts
you lost along the way.

~ cj 2011.09.20

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7 Responses to Gifts

  1. Rick Copper says:

    tremendous. keep it up, CJ.

    • cjromb says:

      Thanx for reading, Rick! Coming from you, that means a lot. I read that short story Daniel sent. Nice!!

      CJ

  2. Gail Hite Cua says:

    A lifetime of lies???

  3. Jill says:

    I really relate to a lot of your writing. Going through a divorce right now and it’s nice to know that these emotions are felt by others. Not just the loss but the regret and attempts to grow. Thanks!

    • cjromb says:

      I am so sorry you’re going through that, Jill; me, too. Plus, I’m going through untangling myself from something I got tangled up in after I started going through that. I completely understand. I’m glad you came here and read. 🙂 Hope you’ll come back again soon.

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