Determined to press clear

          No wave in time. Oh how the mind begs but the
tears howl as they fall.

          One sad echoing that tears me down my core,
my spirit. Dare I speak of own discouragements? Oh no.
Not even a sigh will fall from my pale, pouty lips.

         Just the tickle of tears upon paleness. Freckles
dance upon slow redness. Ah a kind sight to see, indeed.
Shows I am human, imperfect.

        Yet the soul is fine. The mind is relaxing in degrees.
No need to scream at the emotions finding all the right
strings to tug, the nerves to press.

        Here, inside, is the bouncy, vibrant woman everyone
knows but the overwhelming oddness keeps her quiet.

         How dare anyone believe they are the only one
riding in the rough undercurrents.

         Favorably on a good day I press positive notes.
Even on those days I struggle I am, I have to be
positive for all that surround me. Yet no I don't let
on anything is pulling me down. Just watch the eyes.
Surprisingly they are the truth before all. You just
have to know to see.

         Bold colors decorate the soul and surroundings
yet they do not bring the smiles. Opened myself to the
idea that boldness will hide the struggling. Yet I
strive so hard to hold up everyone. Still the strong need
a moment of weakness too.

         No you are not alone in the ride upon the
emotional rollercoaster. Ah today is usually my day of
joyfully expressing just who I am. Ah I don't even want
to press against the creativity door except through
forcing myself.

        Not much sleep fell upon my mind. Four short hours
opened to the rattle of an agenda for the new day.
Still so much was intended for this day. Still just
wanting to put all on hold until I find the steps to
a tiny glimpse of radiance.

        I, however, cannot let whatever "it" is gain
a thorough acceptance. Stealing my day. I must press
harder, not back down.

        Yes forward, one step at a time. Here, take my
hand, my dear friend, join me as I break free from
the emotions of oddity, silencing quiet.

        Careful, though, there will not be any steps of
sadness. Only positive, laughing speeches. So do you
want to join in this journey, these speeches?

       If yes admit it. We will work together to press
against, hold strong and laugh hard.