LOST
In the silence of the mist
The gray clouds engulf me
I am lost in the wilderness of despair
I don’t recognize the landmarks
There are no clear signs directing my path
I don’t hear your call
I wait for a sense of peace
That tells me I am going the right way
But nothing comes
I am cold, tired of searching
My muscles are aching from the struggle
And yet, I feel your presence
In my resolve to not give up.
Your energy gives me power and courage.
©2004 Julie A. Bonde
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Stuck
I can’t move forward and I can’t move back
I am hung up
Stuck like pine tar on your fingers
Indecision and lack of inspiration have a grip on me
I wash and rub and shake and pick
But in the end the gum just has to wear off my shoe
And in the end I just have to outlive my fear.
© 2007 Julie A. Bonde
I am hung up
Stuck like pine tar on your fingers
Indecision and lack of inspiration have a grip on me
I wash and rub and shake and pick
But in the end the gum just has to wear off my shoe
And in the end I just have to outlive my fear.
© 2007 Julie A. Bonde
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