"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." -Maya Angelou

Friday, January 29, 2010

White Noise

There’s an awful churning in my gut
Like I’m hungry
But I’m not hungry.

My heart feels stretched so thin
Like it’s been scraped
Over too vast an expanse.

It’s so confusing flip-flopping
From one feeling
Then to another.

One minute I’m bursting,
Hopeful, cheerful,
The next I’m only alone.

I need an escape now,
A quick release,
To pick the pieces back up.

When I know what I want,
What’s right,
The solitude becomes too much.

But hold on I must
For a time,
A place where I’ll feel at home.

If I just stay patient
The unmatched rewards
Will far outweigh the white noise.

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