As always -- my soul speaks my truths to me -- in rhyme... |
Finding Me... I can't recollect the last time I've seen me; The heart break - rough endings make life hard to see. The statutes that mark who I was - who I am; Somehow interweave into life's acrid plan. In pity I sink, Lost passion - I shrink; I sit on a precipice - ripe on the brink. My fervor, my zeal - my excitement for life; Now sullied, deflated - no more deemed a 'wife'. A newer reflection stares back in my face, There's no recognition within this new space. Where is it I've gone? Why can't I move on? Why do I stray inward - alone and withdrawn? How do I fit into this new state of being? How long before viewpoints innately sound freeing? I wallow in silence - it screams from inside... The damage still rages as I seek my pride. In stillness I pray I'll fight for the day I see myself in a less cynical way. Life's goals now elude me - they're hidden within. My memories haunt me - I see where I've been. As age creeps upon me - somehow I must find A way to repurpose this soul - so maligned. But where do I start? I can't find a chart That shows how to fix a mistreated old heart. And thus, here I am - all alone - save for Thee; My Constant Redeemer - as always - near me. My lasting reminder I still have a chance To break free my chains and embrace in life's dance. On verge of despair With this solemn prayer I pray - give me strength as I go back to square... |