Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.

Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years

I lost myself
Temporarily

Somewhere along the way

Between daydreaming
And self-discovery
My thoughts did go astray.

Spiritual compass compromised
And mentally so weak

My heart remained steady
My thoughts,
Discreet.

I seemed to be spiraling
Out of control

Treading on the depths of insanity

Desperately
I clung to faith

Only in silence
Did I weep.

Wearing the mask of courage
Yet feeling frail and meak

I tried to fill
The void in my soul
But failed so miserably

Still I carried onward
Attempting to mask the pain

I no longer had a place

My grace gone
Replaced with shame

Mind like molten lava
Body tattered and bruised

My heart heavy
My soul lost.

I lie alone

Naked
Scared
Confused

Again
I have misplaced my wine

Seems to happen
All the time

I set it down
Walk around
Forget about it
And then...

At very last,
It appears again
My wine
My liquid friend.

Very queer
I don't remember leaving it here.

I take a sip
Set it down
Get up
Gone again.

There is a person
I've always known
Yet will never get to meet

Everyone
That I know
Has met her

All...
But me

I see her sometimes
Through others' eyes

I may catch a glimpse
Temporarily

We share the same dreams,
Fears and doubts

I know her
Very personally

Yet only through a looking glass
Am I allowed a peek
At the face I know so well

Yet will never get to see

My view is only
Of my reflection

So unfortunately

I'll never see
What others do
When they look at me

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.