My soul is so torn

Between the tomorrow and before.

The hours’ passing’s so slow,

While I sit and ponder…

Just what went wrong?

I standing here before the crossroads,

The fear so deep it keeps me still,

I’ve gathered here stumbling, wounded…

I know not how to be free.

I try to hide; to see the light,

But you dark shadow are relentless.

I try to find my guiding star,

But in my corner…the sorrow’s endless.

If only a coin were enough,

A push, a shove, from any source.

If I could quiet all the voices,

Perhaps within clear’d be the choices.

This tug-of-war plays with my faith.

This avid banter hides any hope,

And here, I trail, on such thin rope.

Happiness eludes, I just drag on.

I have this weight within me,

And in my head a ticking clock,

The future looks so black; uncertain,

The past I longingly seek with burden.

Did I make a mistake?

Which wrong turn did I make?

Am I to go back to my roots?

Or does this uneasy future hold my loot?

How will I know?

Which road to take?

Am I returning?

Or running away…?

-Gabriela Villarroel

8/28/09

11:53 pm