My heart aches tonight.
I try to sing away my pain
my doubt
my fear.
With every note my soul cries out.
Surely this is not meant to be.
How could it be?
Yet I hope.
I cling to my hope like a tree to the ground.
My roots have grown too deep.
Will I be uprooted now?
After all of the nourishment?
"There is life in my limbs!"
I cry out.
But the soil on which I have steadily grown
turns to sand.
I crash to the ground with just a breeze.
And there I wait.
And hope
to be reunited with the ground,
turned upright
and rooted once again
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
this was from a few weeks ago
Post a Comment