
Written – age 29
Time: My enemy. My friend.
Tears: To hide. To cry.
Wanting: For you to be. To be me.
Asking: Why? Why?

Written – age 49
Time, oh time, my constant companion,
Sometimes my enemy, sometimes my friend,
You move too fast or you seem to stand still,
A never-ending cycle, until the end.
Tears, oh tears, my release and my burden,
Do I hide you away or let you flow,
You speak of joy. You speak of pain,
A reflection of what I cannot show.
Wanting, oh wanting, my heart’s desire,
To be myself, or to be like you
It’s a battle that I cannot win,
For what I want, I cannot do.
Asking, oh asking, the question that lingers,
Why things are the way they are,
But answers may not come so easily,
For some things are beyond our reach, by far.

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