The search within
I danced under the brightness of the moon,
the soft whistle of the wind being what I hear as the only tune.
Intruding thoughts of did I give up too soon,
barely leave any room for me think I would be immune.
It is tonight that I sit here allowing my mind,
to decide what is wrong and right.
Despite the constant fright that leaves a dark stain on my sight,
I delicately lay my body down in the pasture which soon fills me with delight.
The drops of rain gently trickle up my stomach and back down the length of me.
I come to find myself halfway submerged in mother nature’s pool.
I feel the breeze lightly rock my body in the shallow pond that has been created from the tears the gods shed.
I start to invite the blades to have a tingling bite of my delicate flesh,
in hopes it may ignite myself to feel my lungs grow tight.
I feel myself slowly sinking, in the toxic pool of my own thinking.
As my body delves into the drinking of the sins,
I begin the dance of shrinking in the pool of toxins.
I float downwards to the dark depths of the earth to soon find what I was worth.