Within us deep
We all have a pain that never sleeps
It plays over and over
Like a broken record
Is it there to force us to suffer?
Are we secretly masochists?
I lie in bed at night
It all plays over and over
In my head, in my head, in my head
I cry and scream at my pain
For making me, making me relive this pain
I cry and scream at my brain
Why do you torture me?
I cry and scream at my brain
Why do you torture me?
I cry and scream at my pain
Why do you make me relive these days?
Where is the wisdom in this pain?
I live it and live it again
I know that I love me
Inside of me, so much love
I love you Sarah,
My heart speaks and speaks again
There must be a reason
A reason I'm not moving on
I dip my finger in the dark lake
It's storming and raining
Pitter patter, pitter patter
The rain falls on the lake
The moonlight lighting the way
Why am I at this lake?
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
A pair of eyes peer at me over the waters
Another and another pair of eyes
The ghosts of past
What are you doing here?
This is MY lake
I stew and I contemplate
I break and I cry
I scream and I clench the ground
Digging my fingers in
Grabbing hold of everything I've ever known
I won't choose comfort
I won't die in this soiled grove
I won't love my grave
But I will give love to my pain
And I will rise again
I lift my head and once again
I enjoy the rain
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Poetry For The Stormy Soul
PoetryWhen a life of unusual hardship takes you under, look to those who have walked the roads before you. This is an autobiography of my life, spoken through metaphors that bring inspiration to me in times of despair.
