There are words too full in my mouth.
Too heavy in my chest.
These are words I can't express.
I've tried to swallow but I can't digest.
There are thoughts that fill my heart.
Ideas that I concoct.
These are things of which I can only dream.
They are unreal, figments of a dozen fantasies.
There are things I'm yet to know.
These ones my spirit yearns for; thirsts and hungers.
They are deep, far out of my reach.
But they call to me in the whisper of the gentle breeze.
There are times I feel worth less than sand.
Times I feel inadequacy in my shaky hands.
No silver lining in my dark grey sky.
No glimpse of hope buried within the clouds.
I get confused. I feel abandoned.
I want more. I settle for less.
There are ups. There are downs.
Yet through it all, I seem to stand.
And things still aren't certain. But I will fight on.
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