Lucy Grainger Poems
|1.||Can'T Make Up My Mind!||1/16/2013|
|4.||God Bless You!||2/9/2013|
|7.||What Hurts More?||2/16/2013|
|9.||What He Means To Me!||2/22/2013|
|13.||From The Heart||4/9/2013|
|14.||Stephen, My Baby||4/9/2013|
|15.||Long To Belong||12/27/2013|
|16.||A Letter To Say...||1/12/2013|
|17.||Gone, But Where?||3/11/2014|
|21.||Actions Have Consequences||2/16/2013|
Actions Have Consequences
Actions have consequences
When you chop down a tree it comes back fighting because it has more roots than you can ever know. When you throw a Frisbee it flies back even though you hurt it when you threw it because it might not need you but it knows you need it. When you break a jigsaw piece you can never fix it again because it trusted you to take care of it and you let it down so even if you think you've fixed it there will still be a scar from where you ripped its heart out.
Fog is mysterious, wet and dark.
Fog blurs your view and makes you unsure of what's coming next.
Fog creates wishes of people from beyond coming back.
Fog feels wet against your face so that you can't tell whether you're crying or just moving forwards.
Fog chills you to the bone.
Fog holds your secrets with care.
By Lucy Grainger