I bleed in my solace.
I don't know what I desire.
All I can do is pray for a
resurrection of my soul. I am
a timid lamb. My youth is abolished
and I have a modest wisdom that
I can not harness. These are days
that I never expected. Happiness is
around the corner but the tightness
of it has squeezed breath from my body.
All I can do is wait for a miracle
and hope for a new light.
Copyright 12-30-2008©® Sarah Sisson
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