Realizing this again is tiring
I am a dismal being
entrenched in pain, remorse, and if I am lucky a tinge of hope
But I am coming to an opening with my own light inside
I know it is there... the Sun reminds me
My memories try to define me
but they just add to me
I don't have to react today
I only have one life--why not be peaceful among all this grief?
A desolate human-creature, only because I refuse to buy into
Limitations...
By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©
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