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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Life Storms

Storms of life, never easy to see,
in these storms, I lost my true me.
We play in life, cards we are dealt,
but on a soul, some cards leave a welt.
Time and space have no meaning or rhyme,
when losing a hopeful part of your mind.
I've entered a haven, yet truth I can't see,
come here in search of one who is me.
I cannot live as once before,
running from pain, welling up ever more.
Body worn out, mind and soul as well,
Can no longer live in my personal hell.
Anger, resentment and hurt built up,
doors to happiness, being locked shut.
Voices that come late into the night,
as panic attacks in attempted flight.
Frozen in fear, for eons it lasts,
need to confront the ghosts of the past.

posted by broomhilda at|1:12 PM|

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