Saturday, July 2, 2016

Drummers



We were born 
beating to different drums.
But it was more than that,
you always marched 
to the rhythm
of your own song.
Eventually we stopped 
trying to march 
side-by-side.
We both composed 
our own melodies,
unable to distinguish 
the beat of one another’s drum.
Until I can only hear 
my own harmony and 
realize you stopped hitting 
your drum all together. 
I have no gifts to give, 
I can only stand beside you
and beat our old tune 
waiting for you to find your rhythm 
and begin to beat again.

Inspired by  Relaxxandbreathe