A Journey Unfolding
Friday, October 27, 2006


A death of sorts has taken it's toll
my eyes burn from crying, for a bit of me's dying
I feel like my heart has taken a fall
it's battered and weary, angered and seering
I'm bruised from this misguided hoping
fatigued and resistent, dissapointed and hesitant
The next phase of journey that's laid out before me
seems only a return, the same old beginning
I'm tired of loosing, when's my turn for winning
Will hope flood my soul again, find rest for this ache within
For reasons I'm finding are only my own
for others know of no cause for alarm
I wade through this rubble, pick up all the peices
get back to the madness and come to my senses

Maria at 11:07 AM


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