What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
Volunteer something
to die today
in you
The last bit
is the hardest to let go
I didn't know I was holding so much in
***
Turns out it was love
I was withholding
"What am I angry for?" -
I asked
"I'd like to be seen
for how much I do
every day", -
I said, in red
And I went to her
asking to see me
Beautifully she told me
about how I weave and hold
My anger left
I'm here in peace. And love
again
I discovered distrust
in my matrix
What it is, - I asked
guarantee me no pain
bring me only the laughter?
I refuse
Trust is existence itself
Trying hard
leading way astray
searching for nothing
in snowy woods
Steps going up
white arrow at my feet
Everything's back in place
when you know your dream
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