Today i find myself holding back the grief; even though the pain cries out to be released.
Anger crouches at my door: trying my patience; my endurance and my faith
There's sorrow as I am reminded of the blame and the shame; and yet there is freedom which was always mine to gain.
The choice is such a beauty to behold; as the lingering fear of the unknown draws nearer still.
This battle of mine inside rages of wars to coincide; as my hands bleed of all the emotions I hide.
And the joy that comes in the morning is still yet to be found. ( Just a little something I wrote in 2001) smilie And these emotions are still so Intense.)