I feel your heart's heavy and your mind trailing off to places I'm not allowed to go... - Dajena M
My body... Lays battered under unforgiving weather I amble forth with unsure In search of pastures much greener
My face... Wears my despair Mirrors wouldn't recognise Reflecting back a faceless stare
My eyes... Stung red with tears Conveying the murmurs from my soul Clouded by despondence that never clears
My limbs... Bent awkward with time Arms hang lifeless; legs sore from bearing Load of my past of crime
My mind... Trails in the wake of fallen dreams Searching for an oasis Instead finding only brackish streams
My soul... Holds the weight of an anvil Still I trudge to the farthest reaches Through barren lands where all is still
My heart... Yet beats with rhythm so true It keeps me alive It gifts to me...
Line take off Dajena M's "I... is hier", for Frank Ruland's, "Let's Do A Line!" challenge.
I am big fan of Dajena's poems and very much inspired by the depth of her writes.
I chose the line I did because I could relate to the message being conveyed. More often than not, we get caught in a place where we're left with only questions. We know the "what" but not the "why", "when" and "how". We only know so much therefore we can only afford to speculate. Then poem just wrote itself.
Thank you so much Ms. D for your continuous support and being such an inspiration!