Here I’m sitting with my many identities
------Contemplating a mixture of Philosophy
------Psycology, Literacy
------------------And the Romantics...
Though of course not Reality
------Because I’m not sure what side of a mirror
------------I can find my sanity on.
Odd isn’t it, though
------How we never know what we’re loosing
------When we win;
------------Or where butterflies hide from the rain
------------------So fragile, but then I
------------------------Prefer rain myself.
There’s bullets imbedded in the side of my house
------And barbs in my heart, to hurt at each movement
--------Oh these words, can I forget what I hardly
remember?
------------And I scream deep inside
------------------NEVER AGAIN
-------------------NOT ANY MORE
Silence,
------Like invisible scars
------And unknown disabilities
---------------And a plea for help that I don’t want to
need
-------------------Stregnth...
---Don’t listen to the silence that louder sounds
conceal...
I have seen a wild storm bathed in silver light
----Upon the winds that carry dreams beyond our shaking
reach
---------And I find this pain more beautiful
---------Than any cloudless sky forced on me
------------Simply because gray says what blue can not.
Then when truth conceals lies
----Which should I despise?
---------Some questions may only
--------------Be answered by time.
So I breath...