My heart is heavy
With despair
My head spinning
Like a roaring wave
Seeking to swallow all thoughts
As they go crowding up
Like swarming bees
That have no place

Heaviness and hurt
Piling up inside
Eager to put an end to my kind
Thus awakening my fear
In a land so dark
And without an end!

The air I breathe
Trapping me
In my tragic past;
Making me a wanderer
In a world
That has long rejected me
From its warmly embrace

Now I am without a place
Having no one
To put my fiery mind
At ease!
But I know someday
All this would pass
And then shall I be at rest
And have eternal peace
In my creator's *****...

~Ciara