The Italian Job

'm fine- she says, as she wipes a tear
i'm fine- she says, though no one may care.
i'm fine- she thinks as she loses her lunch.
i'm fine- she thinks as she stomachs a punch.
i'm fine- she sighs as another day dies.
i'm fine- she sighs as she tries and tries.
i'm fine! she screams too sad to be proud.
I'M FINE she screams to no one, out loud.
i'm fine- she breaths, in and then out,
i'm fine- she breaths, ignoring her doubt.
i'm fine- i am.. or at least i'll be soon
as long as my heart gives way for some room
to embrace all those who know i'll be fine
i'm fine- i know, it just takes some time.........

Every 3 am-6 months and counting............................... Current mood: numb

deepest canyons. darkest night.
joy unheard of, not in site.
i thought i heard a child's delight
- no more strength to stay and fight-
i thought i held them in my hands
my dreams they come from ancient lands.
the left one feels a phantom ring
what does it mean to dance and sing.
to scurge herself would be too kind
another path is hers to find
her soul it bears another death
a silent scream upon her breath
though standing in a public eye
they just condemn a pleading cry
mercy! it would seem too nice
to wrap me in your folds of ice,
a thousand heart dealt cuts would do
than feel another moment for you.
that moment just before the cry-
certain relief, sure to come by-
never reaches out to heal
a soul who's all but lost to feel.
it seems as though such things would be
a heaven to such misery....