“All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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Coma
I walk the road A road less traveled Trips through my mind Lots to unravel • I open some doors Take some steps Don’t hesitate or stall When I get to the webs • I creep into the attic In the back of my mind To look for the pieces And I’m hoping to find • I’m looking for the pieces Hoping to know Where I went to And where I will go • But the attic seems cold In darkness a chill From the memories I remember And these feelings that I feel
Wake me from this coma This 4 year sleep But don’t remind of what happened Maybe I found peace. • Coma…..When I wake up Things will seem o.k. at first But I will soon see Things have only gotten worse • I’m born to this world in search of answers Riddled with questions Only to die one day Full of confessions
Only to die one day From a break down of emotions
The hands that build Can also destroy • Even the hands of love Even the hands of love My Love
