… And My Heart is the Same.

… And My Heart is the Same

 

My neck hurts

And my heart is the same

The ones at the top,
They think it’s a shame

But they don’t think enough

To make a change.

 

I miss the smiles,

And the tears

And calming irrational fears

 

I miss the chaos

And the accomplishment

And feeling like I was sent

 

I miss belonging,

And telling stories about Him

And praying with all of them.

 

I miss the jingle of my keys

And the bugs

And the hugs

 

I miss the little yellow bus

And the feel of the sun on my face

I miss that place

 

I hate learning things,

I only like to know them

One day, it’ll be over

One day I’ll be done

 

Until then…

Lets hope the tie never gets too tight

Lets hope it doesn’t choke out the life that’s left

Lets hope the child is never forced out

Lets hope the tie never gets… too tight

 

My neck hurts,

and heart is the same