The Doubting Heart
5/01/06

Curled up like a child
No sheets on the bed
No pillow to rest my head
Pain I thought I’d lost, returns
Only a room away
Beneath my knotted form
Down the stairs and into your arms
Steps I could take in my sleep
But I am bound by invisible threads
Suddenly scared and feeling alone
Trying to rescue myself from insanity
In it’s simplest form
The doubting of a wounded heart
Attempting to find the will to restart

I say again, beautiful. I love what you write my dear.

Love,
nikki

..this is so concise and perfectly penned.


misty