In the stillness of the night When most have found their slumber Restlessly I try to find my way--- A "paper fumbler"... Through years of written poetry Or "diaries" of thought To somehow get a "gist" of me Just what I am...or not. "The little girl" so frightened by Her fathers' mental illness? The "woman-child" with feelings piled On top of unfulfillness? The "lover" of a greedy man Who had me in his grip? The "independent working gal" Who finally took a sip Of having a "successful" life With money, house and car? Who realized all too quickly I was STILL not up to par! Now at a place where life's O.K. And really can't complain-- I wonder why I still feel lost Like life is just inane. "Meaning" is my fervent goal... A never-ending quest... Until I die I'll question "why?" A "student" at this "test"... One day I'll get some rest I know...one day I'll get some rest.Birth sign: Pisces
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