How I wish I could write <br />That life's a bed of roses, <br />It's not one hell of a fight <br />With ugly wounds and bloody noses, <br /> <br />Just one happy fairy tale <br />Where no one ever fails. <br />No heartache there for you and I, <br />A stage where eyes are always dry. <br /> <br />I'll write of sorrow and of pain <br />Of standing up to rise again. <br />I'll write of things as I know best: <br />That indeed life is a running test. <br /> <br />Why fear vulnerability- <br />When life is fearful reality? <br />It is an ugly battlefield- <br />And denial will not be my shield. <br /> <br />Why hide the shame, the pain, the falling? <br />That's where you'll find a lot of learning. <br />To shirk from truth is to live a lie, <br />That's when my pen will go dry. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />............................................................................................ <br />April 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pen-goes-dry/
