Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Sometimes Alone

I strain my eyes to see
What this world intends
My aspirations, illusions
My friends, sometimes strangers
My love, imagined

I push myself to give
But those gifts lay deserted
My poetry, sand
My song, lost in the wind
My tears, just water

I try to rise above my doubts
And today has been so hard
My soul, exhausted
My head, throbs like a drum
My sadness, sackcloth and ash

I will rise again tomorrow
Despite the fear I will strive
My head, held high
My dreams, persist
My walk, sometimes alone

No matter how low the day has laid me down.  I know that I will get through.  I may stumble, falter, and even fall, but I will rise again and stand on my own two feet.