Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Words set on fire


what is it about the ocean that drowns me out
the salt burns my skin and makes me doubt
if i can handle the current thats on its way
if I can make it thru another day
why is it like sand scraping against a sore
constantly faced with the slamming door
wounds that wont seem to heal
no where to hide, no way to conceal
the hurt and pain continues to grow
trying so hard not to let it show


3 comments:

sober white women said...

Let it show!
Kelli

Missy said...

You should have that published.

You are very talented.
*M*

Missie said...

wish I could write like that. Very good.