This week, I'm not analyzing anything, but I am going to let anyone who reads this analyze it for me. This is a poem I wrote today, and even though you might be concerned after you read this that something is terribly wrong with me, I promise you, there is nothing wrong. I just wrote it. And I'd like to hear what anyone thinks, unless you plan to be mean, then I don't like you and don't say anything.

Despair hangs over me like a stormy sky
Flowers seem to fade at my presence
Nothing stays
I am alone in this miserable beautiful world
Accepting defeat to the battle raging inside me
Endless torturing days

Something begins to push me down
Pushing me to the grave I wish to call home
Let me die!
Then I realize it is not forcing me down…
It is pulling me up…
Why?

Above me I see no deception
No selfishness
I see love
Kindness, sacrifice, trust
All these are given to me willingly
All from above

I turn my face away
Too ashamed to accept such compassion
I decline
I tell them to let me be
To let me die in my dreadful lifestyle
I don’t deserve something so divine

One last time, I turn my head
They still stand there
Loyal to the end
They reach out to me, glowing with confidence
I take the hand, knowing I am not alone
Thank you, my hero, my friend

~*Bree*~