Monday, August 26, 2013

My imperfect world

I feel so weak emotionally,
no strength in me
my mind and soul unanchored
as it's tossed about on the sea
of life, charting a new destiny
My ship rides on the crest of a wave
and I don't remember setting sail
how to be bold, how to be brave...
alone and terrified to never see
once more the shores of tranquility.
Anything could topple me
in this raging storm
Dreadful to fight for control
I need the courage
to make my imperfect world whole
setting sail again across
waters calm and glassy.

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