Decision
My heart cries out in tender pain
For an end to all the rain.
Sorrow and grief is heard by all
The world is crumbling; it will fall.
Down on its knees, it will lay and bleed
Violence. Will it always be a need?
I need to yell. I need to scream.
All my life can be is a fairy tale dream.
Shattered about in mass confusion
Making sense of it would only be futile.
Fixing the fragments would only blemish the beauty.
I move on, trying to be stong
Cliniging to the fragments,
Making choices with no answers
What is right?
What is wrong?
I remain here hanging on?
Stephanie