3rd installment to my summer series (Sydney)
Almost at the Door
For years I've been walking slowly
To find an out, a door for this key
Looking for acceptance in so many ways
A burning cause for the rest of my days
Beauty is an image that lies deep inside
Have I been one to go along for the ride
Still I long for an image that satisfies me
Is my reflection my only guarantee
More than myself I seek to do things right
I strive for greatness in the darkness of night
I want an outcome that reflects only me
Yet I trip over failure and fall in the sea
Again and again I can't seem to win
Tornadoes surround me; I'm caught in its spin
Just when the skies above clear for the day
Here is my dark side to take it away
My friends and family are my foundation
I'm in constant shock at my frustration
Insecurities are only a small part of my worry
When it seems like time in such a hurry
When beauty is just an outside factor
You're torn between it and you're inside fury
One day I'll find peace for myself once more
Till then I have the key, all I want is the door
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2007-06-27 at 07:09
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