"The Ocean"

Fate is guiding my destiny.
Murphy pulling the strings.
Caught in a storm of agony.
No longer feel Pain's stings.
Life has left me feeling numb.
Everything slowly falls apart.
Reality I long to escape from
To soothe my troubled heart.
All the tears have been cried,
Every pray has been ignored.
My well of empathy has dried
My soul tossed onto the floor.
I struggle to face the morning.
As each day brings bad news.
I'm exhausted from mourning;
Wanting May to be through.
I'm struggling to stay afloat
In the ocean called my life.
Storms try to sink my boat;
Refuse to sink without a fight.
I begin to guide my destiny
As I leave behind Murphy.
Through the storms of agony.
Calmness shall return to me.

"Freely Flows"

A blank canvas
A strayed vision.
A fading dream.
A lost inspiration.
The spark is fading.
The fire dwindling.
Active imagination
Snuffed from stress.
The lost child cries
Creativity put away.
The heart gives up.
A masterpiece lost.
Numb from reality.
The suit is a prison.
Now an empty shell
The living nightmare.
A paint-filled brush.
Releases their soul.
Passion is reignited.
As art freely flows.

    After a hectic week, I found myself unable to put words together to form anything that made sense. Everytime something did take shape, it took a dark turn. This is the first time I was able to write something inspirational. As life is going back to a somewhat normal state, my soul is finally embracing the light. As I said once before, "Poetry is the music of the soul."