Mid-Doubt
Will you be there in my crisis?
Standing between a knife, a bridge, and me
That I don’t think I could ever do,
But could just live to live and survive
Except for the kids I might as well die.
I deserve the crap I get from you,
But do I know who I am.
I have a family I am not free.
Do I need to be?
Dark side of the moon
Droplets form frozen flurries.
Life giving water threatens life,
Crystallizing my insides
Flowing toward death.
Free from the sun is no freedom.
No reckoning of my own could
Set me back on course where I should
Be toward not my homeland of green and blue,
But my home of gold and white.