In those times when one’s feelings become hollow,
In those times when all one receives is the chilly hand.
When that dreaded time approaches…
The heart pounds like the warning drums that sound for war.
The palms sweat like the mourning dew kissing the grassy carpet.
Deep within the pit of emptiness the groaning rises
Now the inevitable occurs…
Arms outstretched to receive the wind,
Eyes open wide to endless darkness,
That familiar feeling floods the heart.
Drowning,struggling…like quick sand,to no avail.
Eating deep to the bones,causing uncontrollable damage.
The heat not withstanding the cool night breeze.
The pain hidden in the chest,never to be opened.
The quaking of roots that held those walls.
The shattering of one’s soul!
Time,they say heals all wounds…How long would it take???
Not to be trampled upon,
No more to be enslaved,
The taste of true freedom,
The satisfaction of restoration,
The pride of one’s being,
The strength to persist,
The will to commit,
The courage to overcome,
The joy of LOVING….again.
Heart broken, but never BOUND!