This feeling,
It's of pain.
Anguish..
******..

This wrenching pull,
The gaze of ******.

You rejected me,
For many years.
You have rejected a mother before.
Now your daughter is next.

How do you feel?
Now that your have ripped my heart,
From the weakened rib cage.
Tearing it to pieces!

How do you feel now?
Now that I see the truth.
It's over.

Before I go I will pick up all of the broken pieces of love that have been left scattered on the ground, and I will stuff each and every last shard into my ribcage.
I will call out to the wind and demand the answers to all the questions I have left to ask.
I will collect and burry each and every deep dark secret I know deep into the earth.
I will wash all of my greed and guilt away into the river.
I will throw the last of my aching black soul into the fire to die.
Then at last I will say goodbye.

I speed down the highway
In a rush, like every other day
But for what?
I'm missing the beautiful sunrise
Red and purple hues overwhelm the sky
But my head is full...
Work
Bills
Him
I pull into the parking space like every other day
But I don't recall how I got here
I Walk pass the glistening lake,
Sun dancing on the still water
Wild flowers line the sidewalk, amazing colors
Yet I miss the beauty around me... I don't see any of it
When did I become a prisoner in my body
Surrounded by faces, so serious, so sad
Everyone seems to be speaking stories of gloom
Past, present and future
I look across at the small child, waiting for the school bus with his mom, a smile on his face
Only 5 or 6, still untainted
Everything to him is new,  exciting
Yes, the box is more fun than the gift inside
I stop in my tracks, look up to the universe for answers
I want to see the world through the eyes of a child
The trees, the lake, the butterflies
All the colors of the rainbow
Is it too late for me?
The breeze hits my face
Telling me to hold on
Keep it simple
And smile, for no reason....

Don't allow yourself to feel "dumb" or "stupid" based on your inability to achieve something you care little about.

-Joseph B Schneider