Ground Welded

How hard is to be,

and to believe,

how much it cost,

for once for all,

to get out of the past.

I see,

and I live,

deep in my skin,

the harsh truth,

mixed in flesh,

of a desire,

of a tomorrow rest.

I’m praying,

I’m praying for some more,

than my old me,

in this crying gem,

sad and distrusted,

lost in the crust.

I hope for more,

I even hope for me,

leaving and believe,

to see something more,

to see more me.

Is it me,

or my shadow,

that still keep me,

kept in this ground.