I have a dear friend who goes by the name "Spanky". And yes she is the physical definition of that self proclaimed title. But then there are times when she is not so spanky-ish.
As the sun peacefully settles in for the night, Spanky never does.
Softly closing her eyes, hands clasped tightly with fingers intertwined Spanky prays once again for his promise of forever. As she lies under the covers she holds so close, her prayer ends with "Please Lord" and then she prays anew. The clock on the wall reflects the passing of time in her world but not in her heart, minutes feel like days. Spanky finds herself dreaming, wandering lost in dark sea of trees aptly named, yesterday. Lost in that forest of loneliness, praying for him to guide her home. A home that he promised her over and over again, in her bed. She asks herself why, why doesn't he love her in the light of day. She feels so used but in his arms . . . . it feels so right. In his arms she rejoices in the love in his eyes and the warmth of his gentle touch. It feels so right, just like in her dreams of a perfect life but, he never stays. No matter how much she asks, begs or needs him.
As the clock crashes to the floor, she hides her tears in the covers. At that moment she knows, what time it is. Spanky doesn't need a clock to tell her. Time to . . . .
Time to ask that lady in the mirror what are we doing? Where will this road lead us? How long can we bear this pain? But, what if ..... this is as good as it gets?
Spanky knows, she knows what time it is.
Ever felt that way my friend? I believe we have all been in Spanky's high heeled shoes. In love with someone who only lives in our mind. They don't live in the light of day only in the darkness of our mind.
Time to turn on the lights. In the truths revealing light we begin to see, see our world as is truly is.
"We don't have to live this way"
Stay, recorded by Sugarland
No, we don't have to live this way.
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| Jennifer Nettles |
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