It comes and goes like bad weather
My forecast is never the same
I cause dysfunction in my household
I cannot speak their names
My hurt runs deep inside my veins
I try to bleed it out
I cannot go all the way with it
For Heaven’s Land I must seek out
So, I suffer for the day and
Try to sleep for eternity
But, when I awake it’s still there
What’s become of me?
I’ve lost my soul and my personality
I’m nowhere to be found
The music in me is silenced
The guilt and defense all around
I want spring to come,
flowers around, sweet air to breathe.
I want to................ rebound.
Holly P. Moore