“The Way Out Is Through”
― Mark Epstein, The Trauma of Everyday Life
I’m lagging behind
dragging my feet.
I’m
breathless
gloomy
I’m incomplete.
A desolate
heart,
an empty space.
I wake in the morning to imprint your face.
When emptiness speaks,
my heartache rings,
forlorn
strumming
on own my heartstrings!
I step into shadows,
again I am dense.
Weighed down
by sorrow,
the chasm
immense.
Acquiescing to pain,
tears must flow,
absorbed
by reflections
of liquid woe…
I forage for light,
some kind of relief.
I’m hemorrhaging out
and swimming
in grief!
There’s no way around.
I must go through,
immersed in heartache,
until
I’m renewed!
©AllysoAlly2018