Sometimes I Can't See

Sometimes I Can't See

A Poem by Healing Star
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Just a movement that came in a moment and passed right through.

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Sometimes this world gets the best of Me
Sometimes it seems I just can't See
Through the Mists that cloud my Trail
And sometimes when I'm out it starts to Hail

Sometimes this World gets the best of Me
I let myself get troubled by my History
I was a Man who did not know who he Was
He did not find then what He now Trusts

Sometimes this World seems bigger than it was Before
And I feel lost and everything is shut behind Doors
But I found a way to return to Me
I found a Portal inside my Heart that Frees

Sometimes I just don't know where to Turn
Sometimes there is something beating and it Yearns
In the Middle of the Night I wake breathing Hard
I don't know what it is, and I seek my Bard

Sometimes I find myself out on the Ledge
And sometimes I feel I'm being cut by the Edge
Of a Knife that I hold against Myself
But then someone comes and reminds me of all my Wealth

Sometimes this World gets the Best of Me
Sometimes it grows Dark and I just can't See
Through the Mists that Rise to hide my Trail
And it's then they come and whisper raise your Sail

Sometimes the Mystery is something that slips from Me
But other times I know All of this is here for Me
It happens over and over Again
You would think it would become easy for us my Friend

Sometimes this World gets the best of Me
I let myself get troubled by my History
I was a Man who did not know who he Was
He did not find then what He now Trusts

© 2016 Healing Star


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Added on September 24, 2016
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Healing Star
Healing Star

South Jordan, UT



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I am a man who has finally realized he needs to write down what matters to him, that I might learn from myself, what is important, what I value. To capture who I am now, for that is all we have is no.. more..

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