"Oh help me my soul I feel I am done
A life so pathetic I'm horrid I'm scum
Cannot see tomorrow any future let me go
No happiness no feeling no light no sun
But wait I saw something I felt it a prescence
Whispering through the air the waves have become
But what are they saying I don't understand
Who what where are you show me some love
The mirror a reflection I see light now the sun
But no image of me where am I who have I become
The glow getting stronger radiant so warm
My first smile I can see it's ME I've become"
Trigger, Poet extraordinaire
Tomorrow - CREATIVE ME cont.