art journal © 2oo6 kelly angard
where does it go?
the strength…i had it yesterday.
felt it rise up in me like a strong wave,
forcing itself deep in me, sweeping me up in it’s force…
but today, it is nowhere to be found.
i want it back…need it back
so that i can keep on fighting the good fight.
is it just part of the natural ebb and flow of things?
if so, i just wish the tide would stay in
just a little longer next time…