Mey's Mind

frail flowers bend their heads
raging winds torment the land
spring storm

this time I will follow the narrow road for once
the uneven stones painful beneath my barren feet
I will take no directions from false friends
it is my own path I need to follow
even though I know I will get hurt
I'll wear my scars with pride
they are mine alone

Loneliness is not a state of being.

It is a burden of time.

it leaves me no choice but to seek shelter
your voice ~ like thunder without rain

and as I watch the words fall like dry torrents, I silently cry in pain

once you spoke to me like the soft breeze of spring
now you only fling phrases of disgust at my feet