He is but a thief in the night, a lowlife
Stealing the affirmations from a sea of ghosts
Whose pleasure builds up a roller coaster of high tides
Though the experience lasts only a few minutes
And leaves the cup filled with dirt
Reducing the space available for water
Muddying any water poured into the cup
It is love, that sets him free
It breaks him, it molds him, it cleanses him
Removing the pain and bitterness contained within each speck of dust
Preparing the cup to overflow
With the only affirmations that matter
Those from his wife, his daughters, his mother, his sisters
This post was reposted from http://sizuservices.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-affirmation-thief.html, originally written on November 6th, 2010.
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