I live an intense life in immense strife
It’s a mental battle
I’m held hostage living captive in a POW’s shadow
A prisoner of war
When this life is too much for me to endure
I unravel a the seems
Just long enough ’til I’m able to come clean
Then question…
is this the life I always wanted?
Is this kind of living intentional?
I mean, how many dimensional components
will comprise my thoughts?
How many sleepless nights with the dead will I walk?
on this spiritual pace I’m physically torn
from ligament to sentence
belligerent and intensive
I can be

Excerpt from “A Glimpse Into My Soul” by Tonya M. Smart. Copyright 2003. All Rights Reserved.