Saturday, January 31, 2009

Never Free

I've been pushed aside, made to crawl,
But I get up again and stand up tall.
Conquering my fear of walking alone,
I'm running towards the light that shone.

I'm looking for what i cannot find,
Something to help me with my wild-hearted mind.
To tame the flaming rage within.
Before it erupts and makes me sin.

"Will I find that thing?" I ask myself,
"or will it remain on that unreachable shelf?"
"Keep searching," is what my soul answers me,
"There's nothing else you can do; without it you're never free."

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hard Rain

My body’s cold, my face dripping,
With no one around, my fear is gripping.
Taking me down, to the depths of sadness,
My soul is torn by thoughts of madness.

The rain pours on, with no end in sight,
I brace myself, get ready to fight.
The feeling of sorrow that’s filling my mind,
And replace it with joy, if that I can find.

I walk alone, with no light to guide,
I feel the water brush by my side.
I stumble and fall, in the mud and dirt,
I rise up again, not shaken, unhurt.

With no one to talk to, no one to share,
No one to love, and my burdens to bear,
I force myself to wash away the pain,
And make peace with the cold, hard rain.