Let it play out?
Or try to bandage
a far fetched idea?
A product of mortality?
Love.
My only true hope,
My only known truth.
A center for my family,
An example of love..
Failure means what?
What is real?
Is it possible for water to be dry?
This mountain seems like such a task
Indecision.
It tears at my heart,
but the root is fear.
Fear,
maybe remorse.
I want to force change
but alas I am yet mortal.
Strength.
Where is that?
Where is my courage
that has so faithfully been there.
Who am I now?
If not even I can tell,
what do I project to the world?
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