Survive
Such a mysterious thing.
The soul...
Such a powerful thing.
Both combined...
Everything is possible.
I sit in this field.
The moon glimmers above.
There is nothing I can do but sit,
For I do not know what I can do.
In the palm of my hand lies an orb.
I peer into it, looking for answers.
There is blackness, nothing more...
Into my heart I dive,
Still looking for what I do not know.
What I feel is right, could be wrong.
Untold secrets lock themselves away,
Never to be released from their prison...
I am so tired.
The weight, it is unbearable.
No one can remove this burden I must carry.
None of this is my choice;
It is my destiny, the Wheel of Fortune.
Must dig deep in my soul to find the strength...
To survive.
© 1998 Alexa Grave