Torn apart by unseen forces
with places and faces I cannot see
Conflicted within and without
damaged by chasms existing in me
Fighting demons and angels
Not trusting even what I breathe
Battleworn and weary of not knowing
If this is a conflict in which I believe
How can I find or even hope to know
If there are any truths to what I see
If I am so busy searching and looking out there
That I never uncover the accuracy of me
How did I arrive at this strange place?
Where I do not trust what I see or feel.
I do not trust my perceptions and other's even less
There seems to be no compass for what is real
About Me
- Jenna
- I am a Lover. I love people. I adore the possibilities that love affords us and the paths it opens to us.
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