Waging Wars as I battle with thw true emptiness of my being holding onto hope as i began to lose sight of my goals and my dream,searching desperately for something to hold onto as the darkness in my soul becomes restless and discontent.
I am thouroughly consumed in an existece that has completely become my own.
The darkness and the un-settleness in the secret part of me is greater than I.
For I am in a war you see, and although the battle is not my own as began to llok around I finally begun to understand that the war that has been waged is war against me and I am the soul barer of arms,often misunderstood and more overlooked for I am not a rare beauty or prize,
but if you had taken time to search the heart of me it is you that would have become more the wise.
tou see I am what I am ,but not at all what you see,a steong outward appearance is what I allow the world to see,pain and confusion is the greatest part of me,Although I seek peace and solidarity in the quiet of my soul I am still plagued by horrific aberasions that exist merely in my mind and haunted by memories of a place where I belonged not nor did I want to be,