Last night I turned to you and begged
begged for courage pled for strength I stood there and shouted, cried and demanded for sense thought that maybe if I wore a different face I could forget that my mask no longer fit thought that maybe if I aligned my spirit to yours I could forget forget the shame of feeling like an empty vessel with potential poured out in front of it if I give up now who am I? if this is a test I am failing If I am not the one who gets out where do I go?
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