July 23, 2009
By , Mt. Horeb, WI
trying to escape this chain,

of responsibility.
the ashes of My childhood,

in a pile around Me.

always the weakest,

never strong.


always wrong.
Taking care of you,
is taking Me away,

I need help,

Help finding myself.

I'm lost,

Lost in the middle

of an endless sea,

around Me is water,

above Me is light,

Peaceful, both.
But in me,

It's chaos.

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