~Into the Mist~

Sometimes when my heart is heavy

It’s almost a welcome feeling…

Familiar

Like an old friend…

But sometimes,

My soul is heavy

And it’s like I have run

Hard

Against a wall

And I feel any second

The shattered pieces

Will start to fall away

If I did not feel so battle worn

I would be frantic

To gather all the pieces

Before they fall too far

Away…

I may never gather them

All back again

Love protects my heart

It renews me

When I grow weak

Or frail

Or insecure

But my soul?

Where is the keeper of my soul?

Father?

Heavy.

Weary.

And another day

Melts into night

And my life…

This life…

The only one…

Ebbs slowly into the mist…