Some days I want to slap myself silly.
I cant reach that sweet spot of sanity.
Oh, I do try...then I find myself having
a harsh conversation in my brain pan.
So what do I do? I think of things I am grateful for.
This is the only way to reach that rope.
Still I try to keep the pain; I'll wallow.
But if I stay strong my soul will fly high again.
copyright 12-21-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem