Thursday, September 24, 2009
I have my moments.
Today, I saw clear blue skies,
The bringer of sunshine oppressing the warm stifling heat.
But the moment of reprieve left me as soon as it arrived,
And again, I returned to the dejected hollow depth.
How funny is it to be in the light, yet be one with darkness?
I'm like a speck of dust, trapped, refusing to budge.
Is this the infinite hole that cannot be filled?
I prayed for strength, and peace, and joy...
But what happens when you run out of buoyancy?
When glimpses of the future fail to feed the fire?
Perhaps a blissful slumber is the medicine,
The sender of dreams - my physician,
To heal me of ailments that are naked to the eye,
Yet corrodes my soul one breath at a time.
Tomorrow will come and I shall try again,
To right the wrong and give hope a chance,
Or psych myself into believing a reality
That is only as real as you make it to be.
Fear is the worst fear of all.
Fear is fearful,
But without fear, the fearless cannot be manifested.
Posted by Jo at 9:56 PM
