Mornings

Every morning I rise and try to shake memories away
How long will these nightmares be the heralds of my day ?
Trembling  all over; these remnants are so  real
That I try with all of my being to express how I feel.

Abandonment is so painful; it creeps around inside
And carves itself a monument;  leaving my heart open wide
I try to understand these feelings;  but, tears are all I see
How powerless I become, when memories take hold of me

So from this place of remembering; I try to break away
To create a better image that can carry me through the day
Like a child who has been wanting something way up high
I sit in my place of visions and watch angels fill the sky.