A poem

Sometimes I drift

Falling in a place

That's read between the line

Filled with thoughts

That rattles the emotions 

While rugged at the heart...

So many thoughts

Have we withered on the vines

Of contemplation 

Manipulated by an injection of fear

Molded by the thoughts and minds.. 

Of others

Yet, I often hide between the lines

Life gets to be a burden of sanity

So the eyes tear up

And my heart tightens 

While my spirit is restrained 

My soul becomes dim

With every curve

And every slant conceived 

Radiance emerges

Like a seed in spring

Every hurtful connotation 

Is released within the author's pen