Friday, September 22, 2006
The longing to let out the real me within is driving me crazy,
A whirlpool spinning endlessly, somewhere I can’t reach out to
The only refuge is e use of words that flow at a capillary pace
I’m stuck in this clot of self, and he destined does not reach out for me
Crying is at this point will only bring the esteem within a whole notch lower
Strength returns, like an angel of miracle overshadowing
Her wings fluttering faintly in the distance
Becomes a sweet melodious tune that lullabies me to rest
I awake stronger, ready to face the strongest tide,
To fight the ugliest of beasts,
But yet a timid self within pulls back the chains of insanity
“The line cannot be crossed…” a voiced whispered in my ears,
So here, I today just want to be myself once more,
Not wanting to be left concealed into the past,
Nor to be led into senseless involvement in the lives
Of people that add misery to my interior self,
Though the misery no longer manifests its existence
The fear of it retuning quirks me back to the past
Where the big sign hangs and lingers-“rejection”
That is my greatest weakness till today,
Being genuine about it is just how I really want things to be,
Honest and true, to you…