Cradle Of Hope

Written by: anne p. murray

The white of me was a dream… 
Drifting in and out of surreal reality 
My heart and soul needing the same thing 
Tired of the white porcelain mask I wear
With forced smiles masking real fears 
Never letting my act slip 
It left my face and soul emotionless with silent anger
A white, broken soul destroyed by numbness 
Dying inside…incomplete and empty
My heart sinking and drowning in my own tears 
Trying desperately to stay afloat... 
Until someone reaches down and saves me 
With time being my only cradle of hope