by BlakSistah

Hey can't you see the clarity of the moment
Transparent as saran wrap
Fragile as crystal
All it entails
The pain the joy
The pain
Yea the pain
Cause nobody really knows
The joy of expectancy, 
Is the very essence of my pain
Itís hard to explain and still stay sane
Cause these thoughts torment my brain
Thought my ghosts were slain
And resting
But I see theyíre testing
My true strength
My patience the length 
Of my endurance
Blessed assurance
Of the survival of me
But sill unable to see 
The transparency
Of thought
All of these emotions
In circular motions
Ripples in oceans
That start small then grow
So you reap what you sow
But no
I didnít sow pain
I was born into it.

Trans-Blinded by BlakSistah

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