Brainstorming 24/7

How come all these issues reveal themselves on my shift?
When will my confidence get a proper lift?
Why doesn't my shell crack open for everyone to see?
That I am just me, no more -no less, than me...

My mind is tired
My pride is fired
My heart is on hold
And my appearance is cold

I'm in to deep
I need to sleep
My tears I keep
I will NOT weep

I wish I woke to another day
That I could jump out of bed tomorrow and say:
"I am fullfilled, I have peace in my mind!!
Challenge me Sunday, no disturbance you'll find.




Poetry by gie
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Written on 2008-09-13 at 09:31

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