Unseen Conflicts

No matter how hard I try,

I cannot learn to fly,

To soar above the clouds

Among the shimmery shrouds.

I can’t even begin to know

Why I feel so low,

Guilty; but I didn’t do it –

Not my fault the candle was lit.

Seeing what I shouldn’t have seen,

I run around the corner and careen

Into an image of me,

Or maybe not – too dark to see.

Feelings crash and reel

Within me, trying to steal

My innocence, my soul –

Running too fast, too hard to control.

My head pulls one way;

Says it knows what to say.

My heart says, “Be true.”

What can I do?

Comments: 3

Terry S. Jan 18, 2007, 6:08pm EST

conflicts are the crisis of the soul

Well maybe not, but this is good!

Shelly W. Jan 19, 2007, 9:27am EST

Listen to your inner voice it only lies when you go against it,use gut instinct, and intuition.