Not Knowing

Living here, living there, Trying to decide what's the best, Going throw tests, Without any rests. Not knowing who is real in the west. Noone here to trust in this mess, People walk away when you are pest, What of friend is the best? The ones who goes throw tests? Without any rests? Nothing ever lasts the same way, Fingers running down my broken heart, Trying to figure out what to say, Wondering if I should pull away, Beyond my thoughts, Not knowing where to belong, Knowing to be strong, Like a root of a tree not falling apart. Seems weird if I have no deep thoughts, Nothing will ever write, In this deep mind that fights, Inside this broken heart, Tears up wide, Feeling the needles on the side. Who is who in this world of insane? Throw all these pains, Driving me crazy in my mind, Looking at the world blind, Seeing those who change, With the smile of range. Courage hits the mind of passions, Am I the one who wants missions? CAn I take this misery? Or will I faint? Yet having faith, Hope it doesn't fade, Eyes wide open, Looking for an answer beyond.
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May 6, 2009 at 8:03 AM
I pray you will find a settled state of friendhsip and trust ... the answer is coming ... keep the doors opwn with smiles ... and praise for your write.
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May 6, 2009 at 6:30 AM
Shirin, Your poetry oozes emotion, insights, and passion for understanding. My favorite lines are, "Yet having faith, Hope it doesn't fade, Eyes wide open, Looking for an answer beyond." I think you are looking in the right place, if you're looking to The Lord of righteousness. God bring you peace, is my prayer. Keep writing. Love, Dane Ann
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May 6, 2009 at 6:25 AM
The Uni.Verse, never gives us more then we can handle. Even if we think it's the weight of the world sometimes. Bond to your in.sanity and love your deep mind. Love every part of it and nurse every message, vision, lesson, love, path, you find in it. Hugs. :) I walk this edge too my friend.
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