Life
It hurts me inside to see them ripped apart.
Starting first inside, at the their innocent heart...
Early in the morning, they contemplate their life..
Feeling all relentless pain, cutting sharper than a knife.
Snap shots of images playing like a show,
Of terrifying memories... it's those they can't let go.
Relaxing into comfort, they lay in their "secret field"
Welcoming with embracing arms, it is an encompassing shield.
(((beginning lines to a poem I started 4 ever ago!.. but I am stuck. just thought I would post it ne ways.. though I know that it needs a lot of work.. )))
Loves
~*Rae*~