perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

it's been years since i wanted to change route,
to pick up the scattered pieces that's been wasted
from time to time and try to make it whole again.


but the waters of pain and frustrations seeped into
the almost dried soil of my being- which supposed to have no room for those negativity any longer.


all i want to do is fly high and free my soul.


but some things just keep on coming
and still won't stop hurting me more,
dragging me before i could begin.

i'm tired... hurt... wounded...

but as the saying goes:
"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"

oh well...keep it coming...
perhaps i'll be stronger.
but i'll never be the same again.