Weathering the storm

Inside of me there's a quiet storm that leaves me torn. That seemed to be inside of me since the day I was born.My lantern still burns bright. However it flickers when choosing what is right.

In the path along the way rather than say, I just stay away. With the thoughts of right finding it's own way. Fortunately, appropriateness has become my alternator. Due to life's complexities, I more often than not am asked to be the alleviator.

In certain situations apprehension sets in. Then I remember it's not always about being the better friend. It's about settling a dispute and getting things back on the mend. At times it is difficult for some angered to comprehend.

No that I know my place in life the torn only seems worn. For now  understand that eventually boundaries have to be drawn. Being as though things are back to normal again. Life doesn't present it's self as much of a strain. For now it is a new dawn. I just wonder if my torn that has never turned to worn will one day make me a person scorned.

Khyriyyah Abdus Samad

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