Today I speak with heavy heart
Red as the crimson drips after picking up pieces of shattered glass
I sat for an hour or so on my kitchen floor a broken soul
Have I failed you? Because I know I failed myself
What else is there to do after a war torn path leaves nothing but dust and ash?
I am on all fours in grief
Numbness to the pain has worn off
I am open
But am I free?
I hope I can repair these damages
I want my future to be free
But for now all I can do is pray for air