Another empty page….another empty moment.
My life fills with things that don’t matter.
Pain indescribable and incurable rushing through my head…my chest.
Thirsting to take that first step and unable to move.
Paralyzed from head to toe I can only cry.
Try to breathe, to eat, to sleep, do the things my body needs.
What use is a body when a spirit is dead?
My eyes seem to have dropped into hell itself, only able to see darkness.
Hopelessness and confusion, dancing the irish washerwoman in my mind.
They talk in circles there…I cannot escape them.
My passions, my desires, my loves, they define me….yet I cannot hold them.
Like trying to grasp grains of sand between my fingers….the wind blows them away.
They are no more
Afraid, afraid to pursue anything….knowing it will disappear.
I have cried too many tears already, my face is dry….an emotional desert.
