While My Arm Is Messed Up...

Dear All,
  Yeah, yeah... I'm not writing in the RPG.  Sorry, my arm is still not up to par, so I'm typing this with my left hand and giving my right a break.

I wrote this about three months ago...  Enjoy!
--Karen

Because sometimes -

Just sometimes

It might help someone

To cast off the net of fear,

Staring unblinkingly

At the Vision in a mirror

Because sometimes -

Maybe Sometime

If I give up for once

Let my Jaw slacken from the prize

It might help someone

At night I lie in bed

sheet pulled down and fan oh high

saying "I'm not good enough"

"I'm not smart enough"

"Maybe I should just die"

I only serve my fear

Pulling on the net

Turning

Twisting

Wrapping myself in a cocoon of misery

So sometime

I may fall

Because Sometimes -

Just sometimes

I stop indulging in self pity

Stopping the gears of a great

Flaming

Knawing

Grinding machine

Piecing back my heart

From the dust on the floor

To raise my head and face the night

Just sometimes

I smile

Because sometimes -

Just sometimes

I open up my heart

Letting worlds grow

Separating in

From out

No longer

I cry

Not in sadness

But in joy

Because sometimes -

Just sometimes

It might help someone