Love and Bones

Stepping out of my comfort zone here. 

I'm going to share some writing with you. I'm going to show you one of my poems I dug up. Please, enjoy. :] (Oh, and some NaNoWriMo writing will show up eventually. *HINT,HINT*)

Love and Bones

Hopelessly left. The world is done,

I'm a sloth at best. 

I make marks upon a stone of remembrance, 

of what? 

Restless nights, sweet coffee and the battle for sanity?

Will it be of my tread, 

one of logic and thought? 

Or will the etching cast shadow,

on my oddly shaped name? 

When I write these words, 

I hope with bloody hand,

from toil and pain that result in strength. 

Or shall I write in scrawl, 

that has no meaning, no value?

Is that meandering path I choose,

one long and troublesome,

full of destruction? 

Or, maybe, my feet will drag across,

the grounds of a path,

worth all things I have lost. 

Will they walk down a path,

of wonderful light,

full of triumph instead of blight?

Oh, these words I carve,

oh the words that rest on this stone,

will they they be love, 

or simply bone? 

That probably made no sense to you. But it doesn't matter, because it made sense to me. Oooh, and it would be awesome if you left your interpretation of the poem in the comments. :D

:D

**Jocelyn**