directions vary day to day
focus lost on a wayward wave
muddled emotions stagnate life
confusion peaks, from time to time...
loss combined with every gain
still I strive to walk and win
crawl, fall down try once more
ignore defeat knocking at my door...
my mind fills with colors
on this motionless dead end sea
feeling congested, still as can be
incipit thoughts hang aimlessly...
searching high above pyrotechnic skies
diving low avoiding oxymoron tides
determined to discover my comfort zone
this battle I fight, is mine, mine alone...
Love Tinka
Carmen
In Spirit,
Bear
Trixie :)