Surely but slowly we're
drifting apart
The rock you promised to be
The one I could lean on
It turned out you where
looking for one
You looked at me
But I needed you
To be my rock
So now we are sinking
Drifting
Floating
And there are no rocks to
cling on to
© KH
(written before my husband's autism diagnosis)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You looked at me But I needed you To be my rock So now we are sinking Drifting Floating... our psychological need to hold on and find consolation and comfort..........in the Old Testament of the holy Bible. we read God is my rock and my strength.. thank u dear poetess. tony