A quoted note

               A noted quote to hold up to. Ah something I
did not think to glance at. Yet it makes so much more
sense.

               Carefully I tread around angry, distant
moments trying my best to appease. Still is that really
the necessity? Ah I do not know but the allowance
settles so I just gather my thoughts.

               So gently I hold myself against the wall.
Not too much to lean but to support. Just the battle
raging inside me demands to be still, to be
ever so cautious of those who are around.

             Sadly I want to say my words but lines
cling to them. Calling them to remain on cotton
fibers. So quietly I stroke the pen along the raised
white.

         A prayer unfolds and a hope shines bright.
So hard I strive to keep the smile upon pale
pink roses, to keep the rain from drowning
freckles. Ah, alas when alone they wreck havoc.

        Indeed the growing I am enduring is painful
I still look for the peace of a promise. One more
thought, one more memory to hold clearly.

         Oh perhaps I am draining all into these
paragraphs but unwinding in a solitary moment
just seems to be what I need. Now more than
ever a smile is crave but I cannot press for it.

        So here I dance across the white linoleum
floors. Down to the concrete I carry myself. Hoping
the joy is unleased and a surprise is displayed.

       Indeed a prayer, a hope. Not a dream.
For me to trust, depth must be given. Understanding
has to be explored. How else can I move when I
am afraid?

       So to that I hope.