my heart is under
attack and i
am hanging by
a thread

i try to cope,
and now i
choke on words
i should regret

i set my boundaries,
and now i feel
imaginary

like an unfinished
painting, the brush
lays there just dripping
reds and blues

just looking for a
different palette,
a different hue,
to give me a clue

it’ll change for
the best

now my heart is
under arrest

and i know life
is full of surprises
and tests

the sun will rise,
and the clouds will
lift

i have to keep my
spirits up

open my eyes,
and hope i won’t
collapse—
but rise instead
under the stress