I want to write but the
words won't come.
I'm feeling some kind of way but I
push it back down.
I never speak about it but It's
there waiting for me. Stalking my
well groomed facade
ready to pounce, and shatter the
walls I put up.
It's there lurking inside. The
Real Me.
I took the long way around
so it seems.
I was never one to make it
easy on myself,
but I got to see the sights, and met some beautiful
people.
Danced, Loved, Lost ...
and now it's time to be still.
Watch, Listen, Breath ...