Monday, May 30, 2016


I have life talk to me,
The misery it dawns upon me.
My words are filled,
with sorrows for her to see.

Life in all its pride
listens to my disjoint questioning.
My thirst, my unending love
and my dissent quibbling.

I am but a meager soul
Disillusioned by her cruel child,
souls only more evil than me.
They left me alone in the wild.

Life smiles to my childish rumbling
My heart wiser than my words
wounded yet unbent
Cries like a caged bird.

Life has an answer 
to my broken pride,
to my despair ,
to my wandering stride

She points to my heart
and says to me, 
" Fear not child,
for you heart still beats."