Standing bleeding and broken
heart ripped from my chest.
Lying in pieces on the floor at your feet
gasping to take my next breath.
We are at the precipice
we are standing so close to the edge.
I am ready to jump and fall
and land crashing on the ground.
I can’t believe this pain
this aching, raw, this numb.
I can’t believe how lost I feel
and how absolutely alone.
I’ve been standing tall and braving this fight
holding my breath as I go.
Flying on faith, on a wing and a prayer
for the simple fact that I believed.
I have gone to the edges of sanity
questioning the state of my own.
I have challenged my own integrity
to make the voices stop screaming at me.
Now the words have been spoken
and things said can’t be undone.
Now something must change, must be done
I don’t know what that is.
I don’t understand this need in you
when you tell me that I am the one.
I don’t understand how you can hold me so tight
and still chase shadows in the dark.
This is a time for healing
for rebuilding what has been lost.
For tending to wounds and stitching up tears,
for effort and visible scars.
I am moving forward without direction
simply following my feet where they lead.
Looking for clues in the scenery
for evidence that I’ll be ok.
This is a time of faith
for unconditional belief.
A time for us to stand face to face
naked, in the light.