I’ll be a witness
Everybody’s writing a book
Full to the edges with stories of brokenness
smutty sensational stuff
sex, drugs and handguns
prison time and scandals with the local preacher
Im too tired to tango
Coming to terms with my own past
at least at the present moment
resting in the knowledge that I am just enough
tho not that special after all
Which makes me laugh out loud
I no longer carry the world on my shoulders
Atlas has long ago faded from the scene
Holding up my piece of the blue sky
Requires my full attention
I rest in any spare moment I can garner
Ever learning this afresh –
God equals Love!
triangle becomes circle
as does every other shape of the heart
I smile a little as step into this sparkly stage
gloriously lighted by personal security
I simply open my mouth
and sing
😍
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 