The dark closes in while the smoke chockes the air. Trees stand gaurd, and the rivers feed life. The eyes of the forest see deep in to my soul. Is there no repreve from this prison I am bound to? No light shines through to giude my way. Please let me feel a soft touch or a wisper in my ear. Is their no one that can save me from this prison I have made? My Dark secrets are the shackles that bind me. If only their was some one to help guide my way.
indeed....to me that is a true gift. expressing yourself through the power of words whether written or spoken is a gift to me. you are capable of this, and to me you are gifted. :) embrace it.