More Poetry (quick, run, she's going to get smaltzy again...)
Where is everyone, and why am I still sitting here?
I crave freedom from this
Yet I fear in breaking free I might not survive.
When everyone is on their merry way
Or they are suffering in grief
I know not, for they do not tell me.
I am certain I am at times misunderstood
For I am not certain that I even understand myself.
The strength to weather this storm must come from Above...
...for it is simply not in me.
CMH 7/6/06
I crave freedom from this
Yet I fear in breaking free I might not survive.
When everyone is on their merry way
Or they are suffering in grief
I know not, for they do not tell me.
I am certain I am at times misunderstood
For I am not certain that I even understand myself.
The strength to weather this storm must come from Above...
...for it is simply not in me.
CMH 7/6/06
posted by StargazerGirl at 3:35 PM
2 Comments:
::snaps:: I like your poetry. Understanding yourself is overrated. I also think that the fools who act like they know life and what it's about are the most insecure and confused of us all.
Thanks Grr, I'm glad you like my poetry. My storywriting seems to be where my strenght lies, over poetry.
And I agree totally with you about people who act like they know life and what it's like. I doing so they assume that everyone is a carbon copy and all should be living life "their way"
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