Shades of Drew

So there lies my heart, so confused and worn from the back and forth motions desperately trying to find the one piece to complete the cycle. Not really knowing the words to say to speak the feelings or enough colors to paint the picture of a heart that is beginning to heal. Pieces I thought would never find their place. Slowly beginning to show signs of life - life, a word I thought was too late to live and yet here I stand at the starting place of a whole new race, whole new perspective that took years to find. Took years to find through the many heartbreaks and hidden tears...and now I find the courage to allow strength to pu ll me up from the pool of the shattered pieces of my heart and to welcome love. The stranger that I have dreamed about and prayed for all my life. Now I am hopeful. Hopeful for a future that has no limits, hopeful for a love that twill bring together two worlds in a union that only fate could design. An orchestra of musical instruments driven by pu...

Living through virtual friends, reading posts and starring at pictures that I will never be a part of. Living life through the accomplished dreams of those I barely know , watching their laughter and silently covetimg their ambition. I want to scream but have lost my breath . I want to dream but have lost my sight. I want to live but have lost count of the rythem of my heart. Dancing clumsily on this dance floor trying to catch the beat , but my hands clap against the tap of my feet. Yet I stand, patiently and anxiously waiting for my chance to make a change. The golden opportunity to embrace my step. By Andrew J. Dorsey

Feeling spiritually inclined I attempt to purge the pain with each line but still it's here and I wish I could erase the times when I stood outside me and watched myself break my own heart Like a helpless child afraid even to look his opressor in the eye I wonder how I became so estranged from myself. Once I knew who I was and where I wanted to be.  Now that me seems so far away. There is so much distance in the gap that even my bridge forged in tears and hope seems to be no match. So I hold fast to the thin shreds of faith that hold me still.  Shreds that keep me here when my mind has already abandoned its rented space. In auto pilot I crawl out of bed, I wash this vessel, I do my song and dance, and then I fall back into bed. I do take comfort in knowing that what I have not the strength or courage to do, as I coast through existance on auto pilot, time will. By Andrew J. Dorsey May 11, 2010 - 11:49 p.m.