Holding onto some Semblance,
of my former self...

I won't be kneeling,
don't think I'll have legs...

A ripple of satisfaction,
drips through the crack...

Its always hard to talk about,
the rupture from within...

Pull back the curtains,
roll up the shades...

Just another Emotion,
one not very loud...

Tell the water,
how to move...

What I thought,
was a dream...

Winter Wonder Medleys,
they float & pass her bye...

Bloom Nightingale,
shed those awful things...

Walk it,
daily life...

Its time to pardon,
to end it all...