To My SoulYou know...the routine.
To be humiliated, denied. Like it was never mine to dream.
The ache that throbs middle of the chest...over the years lessens, somehow, as I embrace the pain.
Absorb it, suck it in, smile at it, as if a familiar face looking back at me.
The feeling goes, from nothing to negative and back again.
rickleester 41-45, M 3 Responses 2 Jan 17, 2013