I have sat in solitude, searching my heart. Laid on the ground on all fours hoping for my spirit to connect. To lament
My soul finds no peace. I am searching the pages of the past. Seeking truth for a hope to find peace.
All of it. Can it be correct.
Can one human being cause another to be cruel to another innocent soul. I must have shown careless cruelty, One way or another. It is all on me. Whether I saw things negatively, I am the cruel, a monster who's created another.
All of it, can it be true.
I want to throw up. I gag to the the memory of it all. The cold look on her face then. The effort I was pushed to put in then even when almost all odds were working against me. The tries and pleadings for harmony. For corrections of ers.
The coldness now. With all that has passed, it comes back. No I'm not playing fixer again. They said if it's not broke, let it be. I let it be, they say I am heartless. They say it is all my doing. Blame me for all of your spiteful behavior, your sadistic attitude, yes all of it.
The moon will shine bright,
It will set all the skeletons alight.
Let the day be gone and be mindful of all the blame.
Carry it not, for that burden is too much for a trying soul.
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A Fire Within
PoesíaThe ups and downs of a simple woman who is trying to make sense of life, hapiness and pain.
