Unsettled
Unsettled I may be,
but someday I will find
life does not end,
but begins to thrive.
Out of the pain
a sense of new flourishes,
my soul comes alive.
Live and love
the time has past.
A new chapter has begun
a door closes to what is left behind.
So is it out there?
my quest shall be defined.
I fear not for myself,
for I will be fine.
I spread my wings and begin a new
My heart will soar with hope,
as my soul is revived.
Chaos128 commented on Unsettled
06-10-2009
MsKrystle commented on Unsettled
06-09-2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You Said | 8 | 06/11/2009 |
| Forever | 6 | 06/09/2009 |
| Drifting | 3 | 06/09/2009 |
| Unsettled | 2 | 06/09/2009 |
| Through time | 7 | 06/09/2009 |
| Search | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| A Letter To You, (Part !) | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Not right | 5 | 06/05/2009 |
| Forgotten | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| What is peace? | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Slumber Bliss | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
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