As I sit here in the stillness of my quiet room wondering why i find the loneliness of a day so comforting.
Yet in my heart there is a restlessness stirring an energy that will not rest.
Is it my spirit that knows it has a path to travel, does my soul fear the challenge, does my character not believe in itself.
many roads I have walked and many betrayals I have met.
Bruises to my soul,stabs to my heart, shoulders tired from slaved pressures.
My aura dimmed from fighting to shine and show its wondrous hue.
My body aching from past endeavors, forever looking for a soothing moment.
My senses hunger, starved from the food that once nourished them.
With the morning sun I search for the feast that should be prepared for my arrival.
With the setting of the sun, there is nothing to be had.
The coldness of the dark quickly approaching I hear the cry of an owl,echoing through the cold lonely night.
Once again
I sit here in the stillness of my quiet room
wondering why I find the loneliness of a night so comforting. Yet in my heart there is a restlessness stirring an energy that will not rest.
Will I ever find the light at the end of the tunnel.
Will I ever live as I did before.
Shall I pack and go home or do I find the door and continue to follow the path?
I sit here in the stillness of my quiet room.
ROSE MARIE