Sponge
One year older another yaer colder
so alone so empty but still ready for change
to challenge the world on my own is all that I know
who am I what am I, am I strong or am I weak
Do I belong or am I completley wrong
wondering all alone in this wicked world and never looking back
living just another day as it comes and just goes
no pland no motives
just letting it all roll off my shoulders
but secretly obsorbing it all in like a sponge
so at times it is very heavy and seeps out water ,patiently waiting for it all to release
to suddenly expand to the max that it just may expoid, to much of a load but it never does
through my eyes of a child making me wild I have been here I have felt this yet I am still
powrless to stop it
Roll with the punches and when you fall, fall hard
be sure when you stand, stand streight holding tighter with all your weight
emotionally strained you haven't drained your sponge
you need to squeeze it out and redress for a new look
a new understanding for you
a new me
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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