Keep It Real

Terry keep it real, while meditating tonight, I was wondering, If the night steals my soul, What will I do? Will I regroup and feel more alive, to embrace that nothingness with a smile, in a gracious style? Terry is thinking, what if the night steals my soul? Will I pull my life together, learn to cope, dissolve my fears and not feel the need to look at my scars? Will I bury who gave me those bruises, the rape during a war, abusive husband for years, can I end my pain, by destroying my abusers? Terry is questioning, if the night steals my soul? will I allow my faith in, when thoughts of uncertainties start bleeding? Will I give birth to words to identify those daring challenges? Will I leave room to ignore the beating of my heart? Terry is afraid, what if the night steals my soul? Will I forget, when my feelings will overflow, and the darkness is complete, make sure my sorrows should fade away, being the cause of my going astray? Terry is imagining, if the night renders my soul voluntarily, will I reveal my true emotions, awake in ecstasy, to end that broken smile, while driving through the tunnel of light? Will I wrap my journey, fighting any injustice done against me? Terry is happy, yes, during that night, I will find my soul, embrace, while drifting with the shadows of silhouettes, dancing to the musical notes of my heart beat. I will end my journey, burying my saddening emotions, on this very same night, my life will feel real. Therese Bacha 7 September 2014 Contest of Skat A.