Blurry eyes,
but not the vision—
the mind, a storm.
Sweat pools to the floor;
faith remains.
A shattered heart,
yet love endures—
not from the heart,
but with all my mind.
Focused,
I visualize the forecast,
then cast it forward.
It costs:
fun,
lover,
friends,
family.
The heart bleeds,
but the vision heals.
Faith broadens,
and I am finally alive.
Was it worth it?
Is it worth it?
I guess I’ve answered myself,
peacefully.