Dreaming of Silver Roses

Brave doesn’t mean unafraid. It means moving forward the best we can in the face of our fears. Sometimes it’s just time to move. There is no option. It might lead to a really incredibly horrible season. But life is made up of seasons. One leads to the next I think.

When it’s done,
There will be no back road,
There is no trap door,
No hiding place
All cards facing up,
No poker faces,
No hidden traces,
No secret stash

When it’s done,
There will be wounds made
There will be tears shed
No turning away
Face the music
Pay the piper
No cheaper seats

When it’s done,
There will be you.
There will be me
No more we.
No more back up
No more rescues
Lonesomeness you can’t fathom

When it’s done,
There will be no back road,
There is no trap door,
No hiding place
All cards facing up,
No poker faces,
No us,
Just you and me,
No we.
When it’s done.

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