Shielded by will
Against the forces of the world
The raging machine
Running on empty
Spinning in circles
Nebulous directions
Searching for peace
Engulfed by uncertainty
The creaking wheels sighing and moaning
Unsure of tomorrow
Lacking the strength to survive
Dismal thoughts remain
Overwhelmed by the pain

Melody to the Soul
 

Darkness sings its melody to the soul
A quiet awareness of truth
A bleak reminder of the thorns
which still pierce to this day--
Silence washes discontentment away
But the tide is rising,
creeping; crawling
Bringing to shore the words
once hidden beneath a shell
Shelter is cracking, crumbling,
the pain is lurking again
The waves only rewet
Something which has never gone away
and directs one astray

Morning's Beauty
 

Darkness dawns
Spirits creek restlessly
Devoid of peace and certainty
The young girl gazes up toward the sky
She yearns for an answer
To the mangled pit before her
An escape close at hand--
The sound of air released from her mouth
comforts her
The power of life overtakes her
Simplicity eludes her
Yet she grasps
The silent message
Conveyed to her
 
 

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