internal
battles
like scars
no one
can see
and worse
no one can
hear me
screaming
at me
for mercy
for freedom
for grace
for second
chances
at a twist
of fate
I am stuck
in the channel
of seas and
oceans
hoping for
new life
that wasn’t
left coping
from pain
of plea
bargains
and flea
markets
discounted
fees
setting on the
ice chest
in the summer
heat trying
to stay cool
yet no breeze
blowing smoke
and the truth
is tainted
canvas is ruined
look at the lies
we have painted
stains on the
heart of circumstance
fade to black
fade to loss
of a budding romance
times are hard
change is good
finding the road
to self discovery
while lost in the
woods of
shoulda
coulda
woulda
and maybe
we can whisper
and lower our
voices and
wipe the slate
clean and paint
pretty pictures
of life
loosely lived
and to right
all the wrongs
and find it hard
not to forgive
myself
FJ original 2016