Heart Broken

My heart is broken.

My spirit is quiet. My soul dark. And I'm lost.

I keep yelling words in anger and distress that no one can hear.

What is a lion when he loses his ability to roar or when a bird can no longer fly.

When your Achilles heel is exposed to the world and each slight wind variation that blows agitates your entire being with pain.

I thought I knew more than books , logic and experience could share.

I painted myself into a corner with a fool's hair brush with mute blues, dull greys, and muddy browns.

The abyss I find myself in was dug by regret's hand.

I have to learn anew to see, hear and speak in this dusk filled expanse I reluctantly now must travel.

Prayer, faith, hope and love are the cardinal directions on this compass I use.

Forward is the only movement. Present is the only time.

-me