I am
I was, I am a fighter
today, I surrender
let me go
My words, half may be yours
so, they say
you are
entitled
they are not mine to give
they are only
borrowed
from the source they came
to the source they belong
all things are but
loaned
let me go ,let me go
The ache is deep
the pain is long
It is time, it is time
let me go
Snassano 03-11-08
The captives of pain & grief are poets of beautiful words of truth.
Embrasse'
Vickie
Sorry...it just got to me...
Cryssa
Axilea
Fee
and i detest the thought. ...
far away in the red desert sand, in a deep drippy cavern, under the groaning belly of the hungry world that can never eat us enough. .. bury the words there. ...give them back to the beginning of you. ..
or all along the watchtower. .. :}
just dont stop writing [i wont say fighting, because that constricts your soul as well after a while. .. ]
oh wait...i was gonna keep my mouth closed. . .
GOOSE!
[shaddap daft woman!]
be care.FULL
> <
You are a free bird, now fly....
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
Myrna