Monday, May 15, 2017


 I yield
To the pain and the depression
To the power of my obsession
To the rage and aggression
To the death of my progression

I yield
When my resolve is pathetic
When I’m no longer sympathetic
When my heart Is apologetic
When  I ache for the empathetic

I yield
To be free of the wanting
To break away from the hurting
To cure my mind of the longing
To know why I’m undeserving

I yield
When I need a familiar face
When I’m feeling out of place
When hope has no trace
When love is in need of grace

I yield
To the hope tears wash away
To the belief good times stay
To let the tears fall as they may

To the dawn of a new day

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