Mourning on the inside
from all that has not been put aside
left in limbo to sup with the disgrace of pride
Entangled weary unresponsiveness is eerie
Contemplating the next step hoping that I am using the right breath
to breathe in and digest that this is only a test
that endurance proves itself in the end
~ 140 ~
Only to find solace in beginning again...
pain is easy to mask when you have been burdened down with the tasks
that seemly one believes they are not prepared for.
Instead of constantly keep score,
open up your heart so that you can begin to explore ...
what your growth has for you to be
so that you are not so consumed with the,
Epitome of “me”....
the simple duties of self
~ 141 ~
That often times in selfishness take up your wealth...
holding on so tightly
Not content becoming spitefully.
influenced by your surroundings...
life is NOT some game
you don't have a Jersey with your name
half the time people are going insane
searching for their 15 minutes of fame
I find humor in it all
~ 142 ~
because eventually it will all fall
into place as it should
because you took the chance
grasping the attitude of “I could”
Not because of self or anything inside ~ but because you saw self an let down your pride
Excerpts from "Melodies of the Heart" (c)