Silent, searching...
straining at some unseen bond connected deeply to the root'of who i am and who i was and who ill be.
edges frayed and glances harsh the world lit with possiblilites and yet
flaring filling flustered feeling
falling deeply spinning reaching
insides all bottomless pitting
feelings -
jumbled,
confused,
tumbled
and bruised . . . spinning . . . slowly . . . silent searching.
innards.... (heart and guts) are lurching
wond'rin would i have played this part
of loud and sharp and tough and smart
and oh so fearless in the dark
would i have be able to brave this world
If I hadn't had to sacrifice the little girl
that inner child of tenderness
it's said that all of us possess
. . . well mine became a butchered mess
where is it supposed to be?
this inner path . . .
my destiny;
i'd really really like to see.
8^) A. Scheerer ~9/08~