shards of emotional rubble dismember my soul.
my heart aches but only when i allow it to.
is it possible to find peace in the midst of destruction.
to find solace in the trust of others.
everyone is insane.
or maybe its just me.
the crazy one.
from the outside looking in.
the shouting is now a dull roar.
as my insides breathe.
desperation sets in and i quiver.
but i will not fall.
i will not fail.
and my emotional rubble.
will form into a masterpiece.
of the new me.
only then will i say.mission complete.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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1 comments:
there is always a new day...that is what I take from this great poem
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