myinnervoice

Grief

I wake up again, sweating, panting, and feeling broken.

I reach into my bag and pull out a symbol, a token.

I reflect on the past, my heart breaking in my chest.

My eyes well with tears, longing for only rest.

A broken man, With broken dreams.

Remembering, coming apart at the seams.

So many other nights my dreams escape me.

But this dream, a memory that defines me.

Swept up again in a torrent of emotion.

I allow myself to be carried away by the motion.

All that is inside me spilling onto the floor.

Lost in my misery, this side of me I abhor.

I place the symbol away back into my bag.

And stare at the ceiling as my shoulders begin to sag.

Now is not the time for sadness.

Lest in my grief I succumb to madness.