Ever so often we get a piece that is nice and that we love to share with the world. With the fall comes the drop of old leaves and the promise of new ones in the Spring. Like this little piece says, change is a good thing. If you read Blast and have something to share, email us editors.
Your arms.
What to say about your arms? The comfort and warmth
they gave. The habit and tolerance they eventually
came to represent.
Now, I don’t have those arms. I have no expectation,
no routine. I have no worries or concerns.
It was hard to give up those arms, that smile, those
eyes; which I came to realize did not care for me as
much as I cared back. At the same time, its nice to
meet new arms, new smiles, new eyes; that prove to me
I can be liked.
Peace at the fact that other arms can provide that
comfort and warmth, without asking for more in return,
brings me joy. Happiness over knowing that custom
shouldn’t be stronger than love, gives me hope.
Now, I can think of the past and not miss those arms.
I have new arms that welcome me, with an open heart.
