When the words can't be formed, <br />from the feelings in my heart. <br /> <br />When the pain to endure, <br />becomes such an arduous plight.... <br /> <br />...gives way to such wonders as, <br />should I take flight? <br /> <br />Free.. <br />to start life anew, <br />from the inner turmoils... <br />t'would certainly give way <br />to a new kind of day. <br /> <br />One... <br />where the mind can roam free, <br />and the heart... <br />is at rest. <br /> <br />To escape from the pain <br />of the heart's chained existence, <br />the fear that remains <br />has yet to see fit... <br /> <br />Is there no alleviation <br />from this life I've created? <br /> <br />Life is as it is.... <br />........ so be it.<br /><br />Nancy Winter Miranda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-arduous-plight/
