Looking thru the tear streaked window of my eyes
into the pained, stained glass of my soul
i struggle to continue, not to lose control
dare I let down my guard
isn't it difficult, just too damn hard
to disregard life's struggles
piecemealing our history
as we sort thru the pieces
of our historical puzzles
trying to determine who we really are
a distant star flickering afar
a guiding light
serving us right
toward a better way
a better day
a kind word to say
a prayer awaiting pray

angie bb hart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mind-s-eye-2/