Heart Broken
- Jason Marshall
- Aug 22, 2015
- 1 min read
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
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