Body And Dreams Poem by Sharron Stephenson

the pain i feel below the surface of my,
heart is so unbareable,
my mind is crushed,
the soul in my body is low and blue,

the sences i cope with are blown around,
the garden of dreams,

as the morning dawns i wish i not not,
alone, but i am,

throughts have come to the,
foreground of danger,

carpet the wild horses that pull,
me apart,

memories disappear the return to huant,
my life of hope and love,

step and foot i will live and start,
to build the path of my future and,
the corner stone of the man i love