By Tony DeLorger © 2011
I am surrounded by debris,
looking back it is impenetrable,
like massive fragments of jagged stone,
strewn across the path I have trodden.
Beneath the refuse,
it reads like a classical tragedy,
the loss and pain of past,
tearing at my soul,
leaving it yearning for the healing hand,
of love’s tender touch.
I am not consumed by what has been,
but recognising it makes me wonder
how I am still here.
Its immensity now strikes me,
wounds so deep
I feel them,
and the void they occupy.
Sometimes I experience clarity,
an innate knowing of this purpose,
but other times it is just
overwhelming, too much.
I must look forward,
to create forward movement,
but the debris
still encroaches upon the path,
rimming it enough
to make each step uncertain,
The path is long,
and a far distant horizon beckons,
and each step I take with hope,
knowing I am the master,
But the soul is weakened,
the scars are deep
and my understanding
still drives me to know,
my human plight.
I now need company,
a soul to nurture
what can be made whole.
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