My Sounding Heart
Sit and I ponder how long until the time of jumbled thinking will end; be gone all the heartache and questions that presides within.
A day will come when this emptiness within will no longer be;
for the depths of my soul lay not in shadows but
await new strength soundlessly.
Quietly now I sigh as peace let comfort this restless, stubborn soul; soon within months passing by I will allow myself to undergo a chance to console.
Tightly closed, these brown eyes flutter as memories create dreams now only mornings blur. Happenings of my past let lay not as foundation to what was but what can occur.
My thoughts stream without end and emotions run rapid but that is okay for tomorrow always comes and I remain here, willing to conquer every tomorrows day.