letting go

Sometimes the dark side wins.
Nothing one can do
Let go or I will be sucked down as well
Can’t do that to my family, my life.

Sometimes the dark side wins
but a small triumph on my part
which I hold to my chest

She can’t dispose of him anytime soon
Everyone would know where to look
Follow the money
the stench of ill gotten goods

And there you will find her
licking her lips
feasting on blood.

Sometimes the dark side wins
but at least I am able
strong enough
to keep it’s from contaminating
the rest of my life as well.

Thank God for small mercies.

Farewell, sweet ____
even in your blindness
We love you still

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, November 26, 2007 in