We might find ourselves wondering
Of the things we don’t understand
We might find ourselves crying
yet, we don’t know the reasons why
We might sometimes feel
How a heartache flooded our brains
Because the happiness still remain..
We might caught ourselves unaware
That we’ve done something we don’t want
That we are preoccupied
and which we don’t know how to survive
In the midst of despair we longed to reach a hand
Sometimes, others won’t realize-
Because we are to proud to let it show.
We might find ourselves afraid
We might find ourselves…
In a bed where we can’t sleep
In a chair where we can’t seat
In a car filled with anger
In a field…living a life,
Or in our Home gladly grown.
In any way we find ourselves
each day defines a story
A Book of Ourselves,
where we read our own and others as well.
Each page is our Everyday!
For the next chapters.. we welcome- 2011!
Happy New Year!