god how i miss you.
the floor practically stands up to hit me as i slam myself to it.

hoping you're watching from above
my crippled fallen mess
with a warm hand to hold me.
to embrace this cold form.
my safety only in this blanket to caress my bruised and battered form.
It was all okay right?
Will only God say it was all okay?

A million pieces of shattered glass
that reflect back a broken man.
As the darkness still consumes him.
But no longer surrounds.

Leaving this mist to be cleared.
A leader endeared.
A lighthouse of home is his heart
and with it,
his mind finds nothing to be feared.
And at the helm he steers.
As the wisp of the sea pushes him onward.