Friday, October 3, 2008
Can you fix me?
I want to explore without getting lost
My missteps add up, a burden with costs
Love is a goal but I’m never hot
My travel feels cold, rejection my lot
My mind swirls in time and I lose my way
My closet awaits, more prayers will I say
Temptation comes near, a dangerous feel
I laugh at my frailty, but know that it’s real
Mysteries plague my end-less repentance
Unbridled lust and reverse of my senses
Life is much more yet I am here pleading
To be what I am; I am here for the reading.
The want to know people and not invite fear
I read and I write all the words that are dear