“Empty Host”
Sitting in a ghost not much here
It’s kind of like talking to a host
Like speaking out from the heart
But all that is being televised is lies
I am not sure when we did depart.
Though I see our lives,
Fragile and vandalized
Reasons we can’t deny were mirrored
Amongst scattered lives moved apart.
Nightmares did play their part,
In trying to destroy this fragile heart
Believe me when I say
Healing is sometimes dealing
Dealing with our broken chords.
A slight of act or change of tact
Maybe both parts need in fact
Lay down their knives admit
That both sides got battered in this
Dance and song that neither should
Have played along.
Instead, maybe they should have
Taken time to recognize that
Forgiveness is when two hearts
Two halves of the same one,
Weep, sweep, then carry on.
That’s how to resolve and absolve
before pushing too far gone...
I dance along, with my ghost,
Sometimes with my host or
If feeling desperate, my toast.
Then back to life, if only at haste
But it’s a crawling pace
When improving not dissolving
Who we are…
-CWH-
About the Creator
Corey W Harland
Titles and achievements fade,
Character is what endures.
Understand function, less dependent on instructions.
Understand systems, less dependent on precedent.
Manage risk, useful rather than reckless.
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