Category: /General/Opinions don’t seem to matter anymore
Whether it’s true
Or an irrational belief
The inability to be intimate and vulnerable
Only time will tell me.
If the sea is forgiving
I pray that it follows me
I’m not feeling competent
Let alone confident
And the pretentions of strength
I need help these days.
The ray of sunshine
Perring through my window
Take a deep breath for serenity
In the silence of my soul
As I get older
The wind only grows colder
And it drains me
I’ll have nothing left to offer
And that’s getting me down.
It’s hard to give of oneself
When you can barely rise above a whisper
There ain’t nothing sinister rattling
Around in the mire
Unless you continue to feed it negativity
Once you had a proclivity for what was noble
Just solid and strong
Now you’re just fumbling around
In the dark
Its there, if you reach out
And find it.
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