fragile am I
as a flower after a spring rain

so fragile
almost breaking
weary from the battle
and the duties
of what's right and wrong

god I'm weak
and worn down
a piece of cast away glass
glinting in the sun
waiting for the angry heel
to crush it

silent
waiting
if only I can say and do the right thing
I can survive this deluge of emotion
and live again another day
shallow and defeated
nevertheless
BUT alive

god I know I want more than to simply exsist
I know there IS more than that!
I know I deserve it
but somehow I can't muster up the courage
to seek it out
or the strength to stretch my hand out for help
(tho' it's there for me, without my plea)

god help me
for this hollow glass shell in which I live
is cracking
leaving me exposed
and my sins are pouring out on the ground
like blood spilt from a sacrifice

and I
pain spent
and tear ragged
am left to stand
naked to the world
in all my shame

and you mock me in my darkest hour

god help YOU
for I will rise above this pain
and live to watch the sun rise tomorrow
with or without you
it matters not to me
for you are just the chains
that have bound my soul
these many long years