I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

There used to be a day
That set everything right
When all the screwups and mistakes
Faded into the night

When all the laughter and the tears
Seemed to heal your heart
And your mind, no longer fractured
Got a chance for a fresh start

Now the worlds gone crazy
Like someone smashed beyond compare
And all I want to do
Is somehow learn not to care

And we try so very hard
Because caring gets you hurt
One minute your high on life
Then it shoves your face down in the dirt

And then there you are
Feeling gritty and unclean
Knowing without a doubt
That this is not what life should mean

It shouldn't mean this feeling
Of being lost within your own mind
It shouldn't mean a world
That is more cruel than kind

But then again who are you
To know what's in God's plan
How could you possibly divine
With only the vision given to man

And you slowly realized
That at the end of the day there comes a time
When you have to let yourself go
And trust in the one who is more divine

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