Tuesday, July 28, 2009


My heart is on my sleeve
This vulnerability killing me
Understanding isn't something I do well
Bravery hard to come by if you couldn't tell

Never knew how hard it could be
To let the whole world really see me
Opening a book in a thunderstorm
Without allowing a page to be torn

Afraid of effects when the cause is through
I tell myself to always be true
Holding my chin high when all else has failed
Persevering after the ship has sailed

I write this nonsense to remind myself
That my being doesn't belong in this wealth
My body my dreams my wish to survive
Is all this process of being alive

1 comment:

  1. I think I saw you writing some more out on the patio before you started talking with JR. keep up the good work.