Life does present it’s problems but when we get down-pray and write! This poem came out of a time when new love was being smothered by the responsibility of taking care of others and having to be gracious when all you want to do is cry.

Roses creeping along the wall

Seeking a place of their own

Blooming in vast arrays of color

Their beauty tries to console this empty space

That used to be my soul

Why have things gone this way?

I seek a place of my own

A place to rest and bloom

In vast arrays of color

I do not require much in my space

But I cannot acquire anything

That is really mine

Doubt has stolen what I thought was right

Now I am confused and dismayed by life

Time has no scent to perfume my heart

It is stale and seems quite cold

Am I getting to the point that I do not care?

I am afraid-I try not to be

The ground is shaking beneath my feet

I try to stand-to do my best

Can’t seem to get it right anymore

I cannot find my wall where I can bloom

In vast arrays of color.