Boomerang©
I refuse to believe this is how
I am supposed to feel
I refuse to believe this is:
Tangible
Palpable
Real
Left with
Rage humming
Coming forth
My hearts joy dissolving
Evolving into feelings
Which I’ve never known
This house no longer a home
My soul pleasure here
(Stripped away)
I fear
Is one I can bless with a bone
My life
Fragments of fool’s gold
A wonder to behold
Venting
Renting
Time
Space
Striving
Reaching
Learning
Teaching
Reaching out for a hand
Yet I fall
Hitting
Dry
Desolate
Land
Drowning in air
As I reflect on all that is there
Life has become blue
True
Yet smile
I do
Sadness
Happiness
Pain
Glee
All
Boomerangs
Soaring away
Returning to me
Monday, March 22nd 2010
I am supposed to feel
I refuse to believe this is:
Tangible
Palpable
Real
Left with
Rage humming
Coming forth
My hearts joy dissolving
Evolving into feelings
Which I’ve never known
This house no longer a home
My soul pleasure here
(Stripped away)
I fear
Is one I can bless with a bone
My life
Fragments of fool’s gold
A wonder to behold
Venting
Renting
Time
Space
Striving
Reaching
Learning
Teaching
Reaching out for a hand
Yet I fall
Hitting
Dry
Desolate
Land
Drowning in air
As I reflect on all that is there
Life has become blue
True
Yet smile
I do
Sadness
Happiness
Pain
Glee
All
Boomerangs
Soaring away
Returning to me
Monday, March 22nd 2010
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