~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…