The introspection of the mind,
Blurs the lines.
Blurs the faces.
Black hearts with white intentions
leave us swimming in grey, murky matter.
Pushing, pulling.
Treading and trying.
Struggling to see
The beast below
Grimaces and grabs
My feet as I fight.
The frighteningly, familiar face
Consumes my mind
And erases the spaces
Of the joy
that was left.

See this poem on TGL blog

Copyright 2013 Jennifer Dupre