a hill now stands where once it was flat
biting winds blow strong
no matter the direction I’m faced
please don’t steal the light was my plea
but pieces were already gone
never to be replaced
it was a long way to get to you
the clock has lost its hands
I’m feeling tired
and not quite sure I know how to leave
staring down lost love
hoping to be inspired
dreams hold songs of where I’ve been
sadness grips my hand
if the tune feels blind when I wake
black birds on the wire continue singing
calling broken hearts
but telling me to stay will not change fate
shadows cut the angles down to size
making it easier to miss the pain
my head is spinning with little left inside
an empty space stirred love all around
people kept dropping by
I could not find a place to hide
travelling on with both feet on the gas
afraid of what’s behind me
I’m left gripping the wheel
a penciled map has me heading forward
but I’ve lost some control
still unsure of what I feel
the journey takes time
set at square one
from unbroken youth
with courses uncharted
questions abound
the heart should always hold the truth
flowers
pastel by jessyca lyn katz