In my little world
I’m by myself.
With no one there
To understand, to hold my hand…
When I break down
And cry.
In my little world
Nothing exists
And all I feel
Is misery, frustration,
And uncertainty.
I’m angry with myself,
And with my helplessness,
And my ungratefulness
For all I have;
For taking it for granted…
Yet who’s to blame?
My spoiled and rotten self of course!
Whom else?
Those countless souls
Who love me
So unconditionally and kindly?
Who inadvertently spoiled my own soul?
And in my little world
There’s patience, love, and hope.
It’s deep within me;
Underneath the surface,
Yet it’s there…
I believe.
11/15/05
I believe
© Copyright: Ольга Беликова, 2007
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