My Sorrow is a Canyon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 31, 2018

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“My Sorrow is a Canyon”

by Ashley Fredette

 

I used to picture the moment

you’d see me for the first time

You’d run directly into my arms,

Misty blue eyes crying

 

I used to think about the tenderness

of my mother’s warm embrace

How you’d pull back and gently place

your hand upon my face

 

Just to look at me... that was my dream

 

But now, the fantasy has died

And my sorrow is a canyon, deep and wide. 

 

I clung to hope and romanticized

as long as my heart would allow

I wrote a dozen sad songs

Hoping they’d get to you, somehow

 

I even tried to replace you

with friends, along the way

Learning that it wasn’t fair to them,

and it could never be the same

 

As you coming back to me... that was my dream

 

But now, the fantasy has died

And my sorrow is a canyon, deep and wide

 

And I wouldn’t be surprised if it went all the way down to the centre of the earth 

If God loves all His children like they say, then why give me this burden?

It hurts to know that I’m not worth her love

It hurts so much

 

’Cause now, the fantasy has died

And my sorrow is a canyon, deep and wide. 

 


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