Sleep beside her

I heard it again today,
Those words which give it away.

Our bed,
Our sheets,

Such small things,
With immense meaning,
I've seen her things,
I've seen all the signs that,

Despite it all,
That against all common sense,

She still has her place,
And you still fall asleep beside her.

Oh, I know you'll say that,
It's all for show,
That it's just so those looking,
See what they expect to see.

But,

Really?

Wouldn't it be far easier in the long run?
And kinder for all concerned,
If,
We just face the facts that,
And accept the simple truth that,

Despite it all,
And no matter what pain she's caused,

You still lie down,
And fall asleep beside her.

How to be together....

Words of love,
always wholly meant,
gently offered and willingly given.

Hands guiding,
helpful, not demanding,
supportive through-out tribulation.

A shoulder to cry on,
no thoughtless words,
listening only, not making judgements.

Time spent,
doing whatever's needed,
never storing up for future favour.

Honesty in action,
only being true to each other,
whether good news, or bad.

Steps to a good relationship.

Why did you tell me you loved me?

Black White

Black is the absence of colour
White is far too much

Black shows your best side or hides you away
White reveals you at your worst

Dark hides the pain
Light shows the world for what it really is

Dark comforts when hope feels far away
Light feels cold, empty

Warmth helps sooth chilled limbs
Cold makes hands hard to hold

Warmth wraps you up in a blanket of gentleness
Cold pushes you away

Black
White
Dark
Light
Warmth
Cold

Flip sides of the same coin ....

A Bed of Roses

I am lying in a bed of roses,

everywhere I turn are there thorns,
my skin is torn,
my hair is tangled,
and now I dare not move.

Each strand of hair
lies wrapped,
caught,
held fast by prickles,
sharp, painful memories.

My skin, fair, rent, bleeding,
trickles of ruby-red,
like rear drops,
only,
they hurt too. Like memories.

Every piece of clothing,
I've tried to wear,
is torn apart,
exposing,
the weakness of my nakedness.

I'm lying in a bed,
a bed of sharp, sharp rose thorns,
I cannot move,
my hair is tangled,
my skin is pierced
and my clothes are worse than useless.

Someone else's angel.

You’re someone else’s angel,

Someone else’s darling,

You share someone else’s day,

Wake and fall beside them.

You’re someone else’s prince,

Share your dream with another,

Say good bye & hello on your way out the door,

And listen to someone else whilst they sleep.

It’s their clothes you clean and press,

It’s someone else’s food you cook,

Your lists include someone else’s needs,

You share plans and expectations with someone else.

I can’t share your mealtimes,

Or run you a bath,

Cos you’re someone else’s angel,

And I can only look on from afar.

Tears..

I wonder how many different
Tears I can cry.

Once my tears were childlike,
And wiped away by a mother.

Then I cried as I saw my firstborn,
And wiped away her tears too.

Over the years I've had need to shed,
Tears of pain, tears of sadness.

Tears of loss, tears of sorrow,
Tears which fell unprompted.

I'm just not sure how many more
Tears,
I have to cry.