"The Wind"
To recall a past life,
A life when I was normal
A life that was somewhat charming,
A life when pain was informal.
Blowing gently against my skin,
Is the force of the wind.
Awakening my youthful soul,
As I chase the falling leaves again.
Forgetting if for only a moment,
What life is like for me now,
A heart made up of sorrow,
And the shattering pain somehow.
To kiss each day the way I want to,
With a peaceful, easy glow.
And go to bed each night,
Not feeling the pain I know.
Yet the nightmares persist,
In the most agonizing way,
The hopelessness, and depression,
Again, My life has been delayed.
I desperately try to be patient,
Time after time, year after year,
I am running out of wind,
For the cure is nowhere near.
