Everyday a Part of Me Dies
Everyday a part of me dies inside
because im crying, why?
How can I move on with me
and live my life as if there was
no catastrophe.
a new beginning
what is that feeling
to be full of life and no worries
like being a caterpillar
and not knowing what will arise
Like an eagle searching for its prey
and not knowing of which way.
What is like to have a coat of fur,
being able to shed off
whatever may occur.
being pure and new
I'd need a magnify glass
just to see that view.
Copyright © Tasha Shumate | Year Posted 2012
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