Path Grown Cold
The truth whispering gently,
Wishing that it could wait until I was ready,
Refusing to hear what I already know,
The time has come for a new journey.
Scars of the past ripped open,
As if displayed for all to see,
I attempt to keep my composure,
The cost my dignity
Reeling with the heartache,
Uncertain how to deal with the pain,
Weary of the long journeys,
Always walking in the rain
Praying that one day I will find peace,
Within my tormented soul,
Finding forgiveness for all those who have failed me,
Forcing me to grow cold
Wondering what God's plan is,
Not sure that if at this point I'm worthy.
Tired of pretending,
Resentment all but consumes me
Wondering where I have failed,
Seemingly stuck in endless journeys,
So willing to give of myself,
Just so I can be set free
Lost in these walls,
Ones that I myself created,
Feeling as if they have closed in,
Feeling captured,
Although I have always been
~Cath~©2008
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