Right Below My Sternum,
Is A Hollow Cavity,
One That Was A Full Bucket Of Prosperity,
But Has Now Overflowed And Capsized,
I've Learned There Is A Limit To Happiness,
When You Feel You've Reached The Peak,
Of That Large Mountain You've Been Climbing,
And Realized It's Only Just Another Ridge,
Some Hope Abandons You,
Leaving You There,
Muscles Weak,
Heart Struggling To Beat...
But Hope.. Hope Never Fails,
Or Does It?
I Feel Like A Husk,
Of A Used And Eaten Nut,
The Hull Of A Rusty Ship,
Crashing Through Endless Waves,
In Life's Raging And Ever Changing Current,
What Shall This 9 Lived Vessel Do?
Confusion Lapping Lethargically,
On Serenity's Banks,
The River Of Relief Slowly Being Overtaken By,
The Icy Grasp Of A Hollow Soul,
A Rose Being Overtaken By Snowflakes The Size,
Of Crystalized Fists Of Water,
Forcing Itself To Smile, Stay Strong, Telling Others,
To Do The Same,
Telling Others That Everything's Okay,
To Not Lose Hope,
Even Though,
She Already Has