I’m swimming in tears, I’m drowning in time, How can I find a way to fight these fears of mine? I don’t want to give up,
By Maya Feuerstein6 years ago in Poets
I look upon today with joy. What will come? What we’ll see? What is our destiny? The morning sunshine, As soft as feathers on a mother hen.
We are part of a world that I don't belong in. Barely able to keep our heads above the cocktail of spiraling emotions I created.