When my heart was derailed
And my journey postponed
Love was a misspelled word
Life was like a chalkboard menu
Way too easily changed
Each day continually absurd

Beauty gave way to lust
Or lust gave beauty away
Either way I gave myself to easily
And retained nothing of me
Or was I robbed before I was
So I never was who I am

The thought of being bought back
Not strange to one who sold out
Or an item on the chalkboard
Free with any purchased ware
Used once and tossed about
Without a thought, without a care

Upside down would be a relief
To one twisted outside in
Grace is too easy a salvation
But none other was to be had
To believable to go unchallenged
To accessible to go ignored

© 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.