June 11, 2006
The sludge of lies and memories
close in around my aching feet
and I begin to slip away
I whisper with no words to say
The fears echo into my life
thick, laden with pain and strife
the darkness of my thoughts and doubts
are so deep I cannot get out
I stumble and fall on my face
and feel perhaps that is my place
yet somehow, calling out to me
a voice of hope, of love, of peace
Arms strengthened with joy and life
reach out into this blackened night
the air around me doesn’t change
the hands do not erase the pain
but lift me up enough to see
that even in this mess I’m free
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