A lot of words have been occurring to me lately. Here is yet ANOTHER new entry. I actually wrote this and put music to it a couple of weeks ago. As noted to friends earlier, sometimes they come out sounding worse than I actually feel.... as long as I just keep writing them down right? ;O)
MY POEM
The reason I'm here for
Is not very clear nor
Can I see where I'm going to.
The life that I cheered for
Is no longer here for
Me to choose it over you.
The one that I yearn for
Was never at my door
I'm not even sure he exists
But if ever I hear the
Voice that I steer for
My song will have gotten its wish
CHORUS
And then maybe my life will make sense.
And then maybe I'll find my way home.
So that I can give up the pretence
That all is still well, all is still well, all is still well
With my poem.
My story keeps changing.
The facts rearranging
Themselves into some kind of dance.
Each step has been aging
Me less than engagingly.
I feel I've lost any chance
To stop all the raging
The fear and the caging
Of creative ideas that were bold.
I find that I'm gazing
At stars, each amazing.
Yet can't face how my story's told
CHORUS
Cuz I thought that my life would make sense
And I thought that I'd find my way home
That would let me give up the pretence
That all is still well, all is still well, all is still well
With my poem.
- Donna Holmes, April 15, 2012.
