come on...this is you!

the same

i pled for death

i fled my life

i bled my heart

i shed my pride

i'm red in shame

i dread the words, the tears, the same

smiles that make it to your eyes

     Going into the new year and day dreaming about what it will hold. 

Already having an introspective type personality, give me a monday or a first of the month and I wonder about what's coming. 

But give me a January first and whoa nellie, hours of praying and hoping and planning 

(and fretting, to be honest). 

Seems to come down to this for me, for the most part. 

I want my smiles to reach my eyes. Smiles that light up my heart, make my eyes all crinkly and wrinkly. Smiles that draw others in and push out the darkness. Smiles that seep all the way into all those weepy cracks and black crevices in my heart.

Smiles like this. 

Hoping and praying for my smiles and yours in this coming new year.