Gripping to nothing, nothing is there
My soul is pricked, pried at
My love is ripped beyond repair
I have already tried to sew it back
But I stand strong, I am sturdy
I hold on to the absent
My pain is hidden, ignored
For I am not unsubstantial
Leftover pieces are stolen
Searching for them is useless
Starting over takes too long
Decisions are not made
Tears fall down horror’s waterfall
And traitors betray themselves
Memories are no longer true
Lying among the hurt is hidden
With each last step
The silent breeze blew life back into me
I stand up
I stand strong
Because I am the owner of my soul
I am the persuader of my choices
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
Gripping to nothing, nothing is there
My soul is pricked, pried at
My love is ripped beyond repair
I have already tried to sew it back
But I stand strong, I am sturdy
I hold on to the absent
My pain is hidden, ignored
For I am not unsubstantial
Leftover pieces are stolen
Searching for them is useless
Starting over takes too long
Decisions are not made
Tears fall down horror’s waterfall
And traitors betray themselves
Memories are no longer true
Lying among the hurt is hidden
With each last step
The silent breeze blew life back into me
I stand up
I stand strong
Because I am the owner of my soul
I am the persuader of my choices
Written after reading "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley. A true inspiration! :*)