thkpaul
04-26-05, 02:30 PM
I sit here weeping to myself. Sometimes the tears I shed are the only for me to see. I try to hide my solitude with a faint smile of what once was the person I am. They say it will get better. My only question is when?
Time. The answer all give. What is the right amount of time to heal from scars of pain. When will the hole in my heart start to mend itself? Answers to questions I may never know. Maybe my questions will be answered, maybe they won't. It can only get better when the only company you have is the shadow of your tears.
Once the shadows are gone, it is just Me against the world. Its hard to let people know what your are feeling when tears seem to blur the image of your fate. What is fate? Is it and emotion? Is it feeling? Or is it really predetermaned? Can it just be the that we need something to make our lives meaningfull. If so, I would love to meet the one who wrote my path.
What would I say to the creator of my destiny? Would I be bitter? Would I lash out in anger? Or would I be happy that so many obtsacles have been put in my path? They say it makes you stonger as a person. Would I offer my hand to my creator or would they offer me a hand to lift me up from this hole that has been dug for me. I wonder if my hands would be to moist from wiping my constant tears of sorrow.
One day I may know the answers to my questions. For I have many. Qustions for Father Time, Mother Nature, and even God himself. I ask and seem to get none. But can my questions ever be truly answered? And if they were, would I accept them? It puts me back into my loneliness. It is hard when the only company you have is the shadow of your tears. I wish my tears could smile.
Time. The answer all give. What is the right amount of time to heal from scars of pain. When will the hole in my heart start to mend itself? Answers to questions I may never know. Maybe my questions will be answered, maybe they won't. It can only get better when the only company you have is the shadow of your tears.
Once the shadows are gone, it is just Me against the world. Its hard to let people know what your are feeling when tears seem to blur the image of your fate. What is fate? Is it and emotion? Is it feeling? Or is it really predetermaned? Can it just be the that we need something to make our lives meaningfull. If so, I would love to meet the one who wrote my path.
What would I say to the creator of my destiny? Would I be bitter? Would I lash out in anger? Or would I be happy that so many obtsacles have been put in my path? They say it makes you stonger as a person. Would I offer my hand to my creator or would they offer me a hand to lift me up from this hole that has been dug for me. I wonder if my hands would be to moist from wiping my constant tears of sorrow.
One day I may know the answers to my questions. For I have many. Qustions for Father Time, Mother Nature, and even God himself. I ask and seem to get none. But can my questions ever be truly answered? And if they were, would I accept them? It puts me back into my loneliness. It is hard when the only company you have is the shadow of your tears. I wish my tears could smile.