What is it? My heart..My heart I say.
For each day my heart bleeds out hoping this time will be a new way.
What is it? My eyes.. My eyes I say.
My eyes pour out tears of hope, wishing every day didn't seem like the same day.
What is it? My soul.. My soul I say.
My soul has been tattern and torn so many times and left in disarray.
What is it? My submission.. My submission I say.
Please don't let me forget my submission, dear God, I pray.
My submissive nature seems to be pittling away.
I needed to write my poem and voice my feelings. Guess some would say I'm looking for attention by posting this. I think maybe , I just need someone to listen. I know I'm not around a lot , here , anymore. But , I hope all of you are well and I appreciate the support the community gives. Guess I'm in need of some at the moment.
Much love to all.
-Ds
