NEw Poem.......Sitting at the Canyon Walls
Sitting at the canyon wall
I sit on the edge of this cliff.
I am thinking of all my what if’s.
I looking to the distance skyline.
Fluttering like I am on a cloth line.
These old canyon walls are a taking to me.
I hear their echoes, echoing back to my ears.
Time is passing, as I sit here and wait to see.
Like a movie, playing out all my fears.
The beauty and the colors found in these old walls are singing.
I need to listen, I need to follow my dreams.
Spirit what is it that I long for….........so long I am waiting!
Bring to me that I desire now…..build my self esteem!
By Becky