i am wounded. a soldier with a broken heart marching through life because that’s all i know how to do and all that’s left to do even though my heart is bleeding down my chest. there is no where to lay to heal. no one there to bandage me and mend my heart. i will only get blood upon those who come near enough to touch. is that all there is? just life an arm’s length away from the gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be? the sludging along through the muck and slime foraging ever onward toward the light shining at the end of the path of life? does my journey consist of my heart being missing for so long? how does one live with a hole through their body for so long? why haven’t i succumbed and fallen to the ground my life fled from my body like the birds from the trees? is there something holding me here? i try to look at the sky with optimism. i want to know the joy of the sun on my skin again. i want to feel embraced by the wind again. i want the rain to soak my hair and run down my face again. i am glad i’m alone. i don’t think i could stand to have anyone see the state that my soul has come to. i am in limbo and many thoughts from others keep me here and prevent me from stretching toward the sky with my arms raised pleading for release…..limbo. that is where my soul is crushed. where i am held hostage by this heart that no longer is my own. it belongs to those who want me in their lives, but i have no wish to stay here. i long to move beyond limbo. to go where the land is green