Your child cries In the middle of the night Worrying too much about their life Feeling like they're about to die Because you never take their side Asking themselves "why?"
I have a Tetris mind, building up confidence to paint out words -block by block Hanging by the corners, a few nights with an empty pen; Current location: Writer's block
We have our moments That we need some peace And sometimes we are sad Also when we are sad We need somebody to cheer Us up We have our moments When we feel like Praying to God
she sits on the floor crosslegged trying to calm her mind as her thoughts repeatedly return to the window a window battered by the storms of life - her life a window nearly closed with the gap slowly but steadily getting narrower and narrower soon it will be too narrow for her soul to slip through into a better and happier world all she needs to do is to get up and open the window
People will have their opinions, disturbingly here we are miles apart, concurrent living under moss mowing another's grass, a tumultuous blast. Love stood up living in the past.