Sometimes I feel invincible
As if the world exists just for me
Sometimes I feel bereft
Merely a shell, so empty.
Sometimes the sun shines too bright
And I need a sanctuary
Sometimes I feel love
Reaching out to me
Sometimes the loudness of my thoughts
Means I can't hear anything
Sometimes there is joy
And hope and dreaming
Mostly there is flesh and blood
That just keeps on living.
Angele Toomey Poetry 