Poetry In Motion
By,Mary Belle Wiley
Volume #1 poem #2
Everything is like an I can't touch it zone.
Everything is different,the sounds,colors,and tones.
My mind is like a prisoner,yet my body is free,
Constantly working to do the right thing,
Constantly wishing and hopingto be that angel with bright wings.
Not wanting,but needing to feel the presence of Christ.
Yet afraid to sleep,afraid of the night.
Muscles tense and eyes agaped,
Soreness of body withlegs slower in pace.
My heart filled with Regret and Shame.
I'm Scared Now Lord
Please Show Me Your Face