The Path Within
Warning. I am not always happy and fluffy. Particularly when I write poetry.
The Me I choose to show the World
is not the real me,
nor has anybody breached the walls,
of my Inner Sanctity.
Behind the Barriers of Glass
I am a Broken Bird.
And every day I strive to Sing
a Song that is not heard.
I must treat my Soul with Kindness -
and my Broken Wings with Care.
Preserve the Song, once Mended,
I shall release into the Air.
The Me I choose to show the World
is not the real me,
nor has anybody breached the walls,
of my Inner Sanctity.
Behind the Barriers of Glass
I am a Broken Bird.
And every day I strive to Sing
a Song that is not heard.
I must treat my Soul with Kindness -
and my Broken Wings with Care.
Preserve the Song, once Mended,
I shall release into the Air.
posted by Andrea Peach | 8:58 PM
1 Comments:
This is absolutely beautiful.
I've retyped this sentence about 20 times now. There's no way to say "OMG, you're talking about ME when I left my husband!!!" without sounding trite and like a High School girl shrieking over a phone line.
So suffice to say, I relate. Thank you for sharing your beautiful works with the world. I am so glad you started a blog. :) - Wendy
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