In A dark place is where I Lay
Life is hard it's not fair and sometimes I don't care
I'm trying to find my way in this mess we call Life
I been held back so long I don't know how to fly
I'm stranded, defeated and beaten
Sometimes things don't make sense to me I feel like I'm in this world alone, I'm not well liked but that's iight
My dreams on hold and my heart is getting cold
I need to escape but I'm not that bold
No one believes in me they laugh and call me c-r-a-z-y
I feel purposeless, useless and just a wasted space
I wish Jesus come back so he can bring me home today
This world is not my home, not my friend I don't even know where to begin
I want to be free
free to be me
free to be the woman God destined me to be
but instead I'm a caterpillar in a cocoon trapped in the dark afraid of the light
one day I'll be a beautiful butterfly and I'll fly away
no more hurt, no more tears, no more pain and no more fears
take me to a place where I can land,
a place I can sing and dance
A place I can STAND
until then here I am with just my hope, ideas and heart full of yesterday's
In A dark place is where I Lay
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Comments
Hi Latoya,
Nice poem, never forget that only those who were called crazy had the courage to make a difference for a better world.
Happy landing.
Thank you very much Shirley :-)
Thank you very much Shirley :-)
Latoya…you have been predestined and chosen. The metamorphosis has already begun…the scripture is clear…you can go through the "door" unless the Father has called YOU! Excellent write!
val
Thank you val for understanding my viewpoint blessings to you :-)
I feel so easily dismissed even by those I would have once called friend. I'm so unimpactful although in my heart I know I have so much to offer. My mind sings with art, poetry, love and a desire for understanding of my fellow man. I wear my heart on my sleeve and although people tell me its a weakness, I see it as my strength. I feel if I change that, I would have failed at being me. Its who I am. Or at least its all I've ever been. But when all walk by unseeing, as I overflow and awash the floor, I can't help but feel empty. Like the shadow of something beautiful that people pass through without notice, not realizing its cast from a thing of substance. Not just a shadow. Does only light stop for me? Or am I just getting in it's way? I want so badly to be a part of the flow, but I am not water, nor air, nor earth. Maybe I am fire doomed to consume itself in all its beauty with no one to bask in its warmth or hold it in their memory. .....
I know how you feel...Heather
Thanks heather :-)
sad piece,struggles ,trials and tribulations are a hard part of our existence . but always believe there is a light somewhere !! kepp rising !! tina x
Thanks Tina Moore I'm going to continue to persevere :-)