Broken
Somewhere deep inside.
A crack across the soul, creating a cavern.
It’s a dark place, full of worry and hurt.
It’s somewhere difficult to pinpoint, but it’s
Scraping nails on a chalkboard.
It’s monsters under the bed.
It’s silent tears on the pillow.
It’s a broken note in the hallelujah chorus.
It’s the fear of never being found in the encroaching wilderness.

One that speaks of so much more than just the darkness.
The despair and the fear enclose everything,
And there is no escape.