Saturday, August 30, 2008

A Part of Me

There is a part of me, that would be,

Such a great potential for happiness.

It would pull itself away if allowed,

The times come and go, when it could be proud.

When there is a part that is good,

It removes itself out of fear….

Once it has regrouped, the part attacks

The good to remove it from view.

Why, am I so pushed, torn and pulled?

When will this confusion all end?

The worst I fear is yet to be.

Carrying another part away from me.

All too soon, there will not be,Ashley & Bill 2007.jpg

Much left of this part of me.

How is it we try and fail,

To gather parts that will prevail?

There is a need to always be,

A special part of you and me…………