PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Distant from everything I know

How will I shine? How will I glow?

If hurtfull things make us grow

Then I am a old woman

And it's my time to go

Sometimes the sunshine in my life can be seen

But during my storms I wonder are they dreams

I lean towards the light

In desperate need of safety

Sometimes in desperate woe

I ask the Lord to take me

Solice is the calm after my storms

And forever short that moment

A new me is born

Worn and tired

I tred through my tears

Close my eyes, open my heart

And ask strangers

To care

In a lesser form

I myself am fear

I scream to end exhaustion

Although my screams are faint

And although I'm not an artist

Then with my blood I paint

I paint the picture

Of Cherie with nothing at all wrong

And my acting always works

Because no one ever even blinks twice

Or looks to see the hurt.