Grasping air….
Torn apart with the warranties that worn through
The soul that could not and would not do
Not the time of night – it hasn’t
Gotten much more than this rite
Of passages
You don’t belong to –
I can’t do any more but let you be
Who you are
Wherever that path leads
And doesn’t become –
I can’t breathe….
Jen Juice 
April 23, 2011 at 11:38 PM
Excellent post thanks for sharing. I enjoy reading and writing poems very much. It’s very relaxing. Thanks again.
An Easter Poem