This love is so dear yet so traumatic when near.
Is it real I ask or is this just fantasy?
Created in the mind just had been too kind.
Misconstrued by self as well Stepped into a torturous hell of lies, deception and pain.
I yell Outraged at circumstances Of which I found myself in a rift created by arrogant lies and pride.
Many have come yet so alone I reside on the inside.
To all who face the unknown do away with stubborn pride.
The best way to ride the storms of life is to glide.
©Diana Lynn 2013