How does one follow their heart,
when their heart has been shattered and broken, then scattered into a million fragments--into miniscule, tiny,
little peices?


Which direction does one go,
when all pathways come to a close;
when insanity, fear and anxiety increases?

How does one follow their dreams,
when their spirit has been crushed
and their soul has been taken by the wind, never to be whole again?

Left with only memories of whom they once were--a precious being. Forever lost, destroyed--obliterated; but still able to feel intensely, the feeling of torment.
Numbness overtaken by a constant state of relentless, endless and needless pain...

...How?

⚘ By Lady R.F. (C)2017* ⚘

Of mud and clay,
drawing strength from the sun.

In the heat,
insides harden even if layers begin to peel.

But in the rain,
the shell concedes and starts to run.

All is left,
is a puddle - stagnant and bereft of zeal.