There are days when it feels sick, all of it
There are days when you do not know who you are
and the misty crystal surface reflects that familiar stranger
waving by
She turns away for there are days that intimidate you
beyond your wildest dreams
a breakdown for I don't know her,I can't see her for shes lost
the days when every step and every word you utter is an effort
I look at her as she tries to appear strong and answer their questions
I search her eyes for a hint of a tear or two
but shes heck good at this...
like the gloomy skies resisting thunder
Deep Inside she knows every question they raise makes her shiver more
yet defiantly she maintains the indifference.
Surrounded by the hues of her own darkness
shes Lost..
an empathy for her muse's dejection enveloping her soul
and now she knows
that his claws that clenched her can contain her no more
the demon was slowly loosing that hold..
'yes' she says,there are days when I loose my faith in everything I see and everything thats me
yet I turn towards 'thee'
for thou as my shepherd we rise together
a pocket full of sunshine, the Knights armor and might
Sila's conviction and Solomon's mines
everything that is you and now 'I'
I walk in faith
for miracles do exist and paths are made"
for she might fail a ten thousand times
yet the 'illumination' of that 'bulb' shinning too bright
is worth a strike..
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