The Return of the Sun
The sun returns as I knew it would
The rays warm my soul, I’m feeling good
I’d try to do more if only I could
Sometimes I’m not certain if I should?
Many of my intentions are just misunderstood
Given the chance to change it I think that I would
But there never seems to be enough time in the day
I thought my intent was in the words that I say.
Perhaps there problem is words mean many things
I feel like puppet with someone pulling the strings
The passion inside my heart always sings
Sometimes this is when the warning bell rings.
I can’t help myself I say what I must
Also I have this strong will to trust
I always think people will see this is me
However this isn’t the way that it always will be.
I feel this need to follow my heart
Sometimes it just pulls things apart
I try to consider a different point of view
I get confused and don’t know what to do.
I just take a walk and try to calm down
I seem to do better when no one is around
I hear this voice say it shall be alright
The sun is setting and in comes the night.
I used to be afraid of what I saw in the night
It was like everything wrong and nothing was right
I am still not that certain where I shall fit
Still peace does come in this place that I sit.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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