Life is like a flower growing wild, Dancing in the rain like a child.Emotions stir as the heart awakes, Wondering if I have made a mistake?
The flower snaps in the summer breeze, Like a horse with broken knees.My soul is wounded beyond repair, There is nothing to here, not even a flare.
The past has stolen my innocence away, As a clumsy dancer, I continue to sway.Stumbling through life without a light, Holding on to what I feel is right.
Struggling to let my soul free, I just want to be me!
©Crystal S. Kauffman, 2008/Previously Published.