The weight of my sorrow to leave me undone
With anger that I cannot justify.
The emptiness too vast to measure
My soul unfulfilled,
And it does not matter what lullabies I sing it,
It weeps gently still.
Will anyone lead me?
Will anyone show me?
Because, I am saddened, and angered
That I cannot write my own story.
So far, I have chapters 1 through 3
And still no meaning.
Asleep with a chip on my shoulder
To let my dreams disturb me;
And perhaps in their impossibility,
I might finally find me.
-Noemi E Garcia Rigsby
