Right now Im torn in two but unable to mend myself
If limbo were a feeling I'd know it well
No matter what is said or done it's not enough to change
what it is that makes me give in to the sadness and pain
I have tried to make myself get up and just look outside
but the sunshine isnt helping find my strength this time
so back into the shadows of my covers and my tears
until i sleep it off like a hangover several times a year....
Im sorry if i take the hurt i have out on those i love
forgive me i just cant come out until I let it go...

do you know what it is that is making you depressed,.or is it just an overall dark cloud,.. that will pass,..

I know...it's the waiting period of moving on...and being stuck in the in between...the clouds have always passed and that's what keeps me from " drowning" thank you

ahhhhhhhh,. one of those ' in the meantime ' moments,.. that feels like forever,. ( good song Stone Brother,.something like that )

sometimes all you can do is open up & bleed,..

there is a good book called " In The Meantime " I can`t remember the authors` name,.though

there is much wisdom to be gained in such time,..especially if you can open up and accept the pain,..

this to shall pass

Sounds of a shattered heart


The echoe fills the room as the lights go down
Silence is defening when it is shared alone.
Darkness is piercing my eyes.
It hurts not to see, floundering in the pitch black.
Even the rhythm of my heart seems unstable
in the lonliness I cant seem to wrap my head around.
No sweet hello when I come home, no hand to hold
while walking or watching a movie.
No sweet warmth as I lay me down to sleep. Sleep?
It evades me.
There are no passion filled arms to pull me near and steal my breath
away.
I wake up haggard and worn from a night of restlessness.
Longing to reach out to find my soulmate, my friend,
my resting place, yet again all I find is a void.
Who can muffle the sounds of a shattered heart?
I step thru the shards to try and find some shred of me
to put back together. But Im afraid I would'nt recognize
enough of me to know where to start.
An incomplete rendition with huge spaces remaining.
My feet bleed as I step on the broken pieces trying to find my way.
And breaking thru the silence is the tinkling of glass-
Sounds of a shattered heart.

Tressia A Langston
copyright
12/13/06

Wow.....that was beautiful and desciptive....thank you....also....Thank you ladies for your support...Today was a much better day and Im going out so It gotta be okay hahah....

Wow! Utterly poignant...by attending to what is "right now" you are mending, no matter how imperceptible....such a beautiful write. Ty.

Thank you for reading...I appriciate you

And I you...