Aug 08, 2006 01:03
tired...but breathing. confused...but sane
i need an escape...from my relentless brain.
life comes fast...and then so slow
it's amazing how much adversity makes us grow.
i know...so little. but my eyes have seen so much
in that light, one might wonder why i don't stay hushed.
quiet whispers...from a far away galaxy
make the image in the mirror, sadly, me.
and that's all i can be, in a silent storm
away from the maddening haunted norm.
tired...but living. confused...but real
i need a rest...from the way i feel.
torn...but mended. in a row of colored lights
someone once said it's all a faith fight.
to breath, to consume, to grow, to overcome
i say, it's really about the total sum.
of all we can be...in spaces that are small
and what we do when and after we fall.