October 28, 2010

a separate peace

I'm shouting out on the open plain
Furious under a wide sky.
I'm a geyser shooting up despair
Releasing rage into the air.

I just want peace, real peace
Not censored screams or polished prudence.
I'm crying save me even though
You have already, I know. . .

Dear God, I believe.
You're taking all my anger away
I'm licking up acceptance, almost greedy-
I'm sobbing, blessed, thankful, needy.

2 comments:

Liz said...

I empathize with this.

L.E. Fiore said...

:Like: :relate: