My head it is surging with the storms I contain
I cry when you sleep to hide from my pain
You awake and I smile, or take flight
Used to being strong I can’t show my plight
Wracked with guilt for the wrongs I perceive
And looking around me, then do I grieve
You are the anchor that helps me to shore
The one who my being it’s centre is core
In trying to trace my backward steps again
I find it never erases the tumult and pain
But I do keep trying I know where I fail
And one day I might just allow myself to prevail
Ailsa
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