Pulling and tugging
Which way do I go
Like roses with thorns
I hold on to the stem
Being pricked and plucked
I bleed from the touch
Of wanting to hang on
Torn
Like a good morning rain
You come and nourish
My soul
And
I grow and blossom
Then here comes the storm
Torn
I'm battered and bruised
Just a tad bit confused
I'm torn
I'm alive
I will survive
I will heal
I will grieve and mourn
The cruelties of life
I'm torn
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
(c)2014
1 comment:
Sometimes life throws you a curve and you don't know which way to turn. You know you will get through it but the pain is so great at the moment it is happening you feel defeated.
This to shall past.
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