My Promise

Why can't I verbalize,

The way I feel so deep inside?

Why can't I pick myself up?

To turn away from my life's wicked luck.

My heart is shaking, breaking.

Under the pressure that my life is taking.

I wish I could stand as tall as the sky.

But I can't, so downward and downward I fly.

Back on the ground, I catch what I can.

Running round and round, with no visable plan.

Piles and piles of things stand on my head.

Tilting and swaying, heavy like lead.

You tell me I'm strong, that I'll be okay.

But a fake, plastered smile, is my willing way.

I'm sorry to say that I can't do it all.

There will be times when I won't answer life's call.

But a promise I made, to myself and my God.

That here in this system, I will try very hard.

 

          - by Pauline Marie Daley

               March 28th, 2008

Reviews

[Lyrical Love]

Wow! I liked the imagery of this write, though the darkness of depression is
felt as one comes from a hole of pain, and pressures-it was very well
written.

[Miss Shea]

Okay - wow...This is brillinat. :]

[Monty.]

I thought this was beautiful.
Simply put yet deeper then it seems...=]

[Phil Sanders]

Charming writing .. flows beautifully ....