Wanderer, weeping as my tattered soul makes its weary ascent
The jagged fingernails of an unforgiven mountain drag over my worn skin
Every door has been slammed in my face
Distant laughter and merriment are as pain to my ears
Forgotten
My happiness can not be molded and shaped as they deem it so
Pushing me, how the wind jeers and taunts
Anger seeps and projects from the coldness within
No words can form the emptiness that surely pours in the trail of my tears
Blinded by the separation, rejection, my heart-hurts
Dragging my feet the fogginess of what lies below gives me no hope
With an animalistic cry
Over
Falling into blackness?
A voice
My child, I am with you
This is not the end
This is not what I have planned for you
Live
Live
The journey has only begun….
