It's in this hallow shell the mind finds rest,
though restless and unable to piece together the puzzle.
Harder
and harder it becomes to see clearly.
Harder
and harder it becomes to see clearly.
More and more hoping goes into the waking of each day.
Reluctant to give up but frustrated at the thought of
holding on.
There seems to be no room left to stash common sense,
Instead mind-space is taken up by a sense
of failure and bags of regret.
Seeing the end to this battle lifts the spirit of living,
Yet the anticipation and waiting sucks all joy of
living.
The weary passing days are full
of opportunities yet the heart lacks the energy to fight.
The bright rays of the sun reminds the skin of a touch once
forgotten.
Lost and never to be regained because of the inadequate image
of self.
Where is this love I live for... waiting for?
Where is the hopeful gone when we
slip through each day feeling awkward.
There
is love all around. There is hope all around.
It awaits us...
