Chasing butterflies on wings of new Love
Could it be…why not…endless Possibilities
And then those shadows of Doubt…
Born of Yesterday’s bitter seeds…
Shackling…shattering…demonic
Can Tomorrow ever be fresh…clean…new…virgin?
But to cling to crumbs of Sunshine feels real…
A happy Now…a sliver of promise
Peace, please stay…don’t give up
And then those Words…images from a bullet riddled mind…actions from a Past gone blind
Weapons of hurt…of pain…
My weapons…
Is all I have
Trapped in a prism of prison…
Beautiful…deceptive…taunting...
Cruel
Yesterday, move on…
Or get left behind
Today, be kind and gentle with shards of Broken
Tomorrow, let me catch up…
Don’t forsake me...
Yet.