Sometimes, I feel like my world is tumbling down. So I battle fear, and persevere, To keep my feet on solid ground. It's easier said than done, When no one's there when you look around. Not a person in sight.... Only silence, not a sound. See the glass half full, Not empty, is what they say. But what else am I to do When nothing seems to go my way? Life's cycle's been recycled, oh what an ode to the. My soul fights to take flight, But stays trapped by gravity. My heart and mind are stuffed, emotions implode and explode like bombs, So I scream, wiping tear streams, Drop to my knees and start to nod. I lie here unclothed, now stripped of my facade. I am nothing more than a Broken-winged bird Whose eyes are watching God.
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LP45 says: Nice work Cjsmom, nice flow and a situation i know many of us can relate to. Thank you for sharing. Keep writing! |
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mrmelody7 says: When the goin get tough the tough get going reality speakin in this one, although silence is one of my golden treasures |
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Corey says: Sometimes it's when we're at our lowest and broken that we finally, let go and allow God in. I enjoyed taking in your words, thanks! |
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Cjsmom says: @Ladypoet thank you. I really enjoy this site. It helps me release. I appreciate you reading my work. @mrmelody I like silence as well, but not when it's forced or awkward lol. @Corey, I can't tell you how right you are about that. Thank you for your words. |
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Broken-Winged BirdSometimes, I feel like my world is tumbling down. So I battle fear, and persevere, To keep my feet on solid ground. It's easier said than done, When no one's there when you look around. Not a person in sight.... Only silence, not a sound. See the glass half full, Not empty, is what they say. But what else am I to do When nothing seems to go my way? Life's cycle's been recycled, oh what an ode to the. My soul fights to take flight, But stays trapped by gravity. My heart and mind are stuffed, emotions implode and explode like bombs, So I scream, wiping tear streams, Drop to my knees and start to nod. I lie here unclothed, now stripped of my facade. I am nothing more than a Broken-winged bird Whose eyes are watching God.  |
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