Naked Mind

Blurry eyes,
but not the vision.
The mind, a storm.

Faith is the only thing
still standing
when everything else kneels.

A shattered heart,
yet love endures,
not from the heart,
but with all my mind.

It costs:
fun,
lover,
friends,
family.

I paid it all
and never once
asked for change.

Was it worth it?
Is it worth it?

The answer was never peace.

Every light was born in fire.
Mine is no different.
The vision is what’s left
when everything else has burned.