The rooms around speak of silence,
My heart speaks of penitence,
The wrongs I've led through out this existence,
The long harrowing distance,
What is right by my heart,
Where is that line from which I wish to depart,
Emptiness surrounds like a wave of fury,
A future that burned bright now seems blurry,
The heart cowering in fright of what lay therein,
Of questions unanswered and undiscovered terrain,
Who is this person staring back through that smooth surface,
Who is that person that yearns to live a life of grace,
Why does she tremble from the inside,
Why does she speak with joy and exuberance in attempts to hide,
All that clouds her mind and soul,
Of what may possibly greet her ahead; foretold,
Why does a tear streak down her face in times of strength,
Why does she find ache in moments at length,
Why does her hand grasp at nothingness,
Of a mind of quandary and sheer sadness,
Where does she turn, where will she search,
A life of triumph thats now left in a lurch,
Who is she, she wonders now,
She needs to discover herself, but how,
In moments of trials and tribulations,
Where will she seek comfort and guidance,
In moments of anguish and sorrow,
When will she let those tears free flow,
Strength is what shes defined as,
The one to turn to when climbing those lofty stairs,
Hold you and guide you she will,
Even at rest she's never still,
But from whom shall she seek guidance,
Where will she turn to for assistance,
A shoulder to cry on,
A spirit that will has left and gone,
Only hope remains and its essence fading,
A will and spirit that remains degrading.....
