Hand of Heart

What is this hand?

Pressing against my heart

I carry the burden alone

Wade through the valley of tears

Abyss of water from eyes seeing the

Hurt in others gaze

Sorrowful wailing resonate

Each step taken is a struggle

To the next

Hand presses harder

The beating heart slows

Death smells victory

Waiting patiently for

The dying rose

 

Why?

Little girl walked alongside her mother

Viewing people of all color

Walking a little ways further her mother

Stopped and took a detour

Down a dirty alley trash and filth

Littered their path

People lay out under worn covers

Some sat under dilapidated boxes

All wore the same expression

Hopeless and forlorn

Spirits broken

If tomorrow came, they didn’t much care

Lost all their hopes and dreams

Some to drugs and alcohol

Maybe to situations beyond

Their control so many stories

Written on their faces

In their eyes beheld their souls

Deep exploration told the tale

Of the fight for continued existence

In the concrete jungle

Little girl held on tighter to her

Mother’s hand frightened by

What she witnessed

Even young she understood pain

Knew sorrow came and buried

Its ache deep into your heart

Eyes wide with fear she gazed up

At her mother

There was something purposeful in her

Stride

She walked faster and faster nearly

Running from some unseen demon

Realizing she was dragging the child

Like a rag doll, she slowed her pace

Apologetic smile traced her face

Coming to the end of the alley daylight

Making its presence known

A breath of fresh air

Rushed into the lungs of the little one

Stepping out into a new world she only

Had one question for her mother

Why?

Whisper

Whisper to thy self of love and

Forget me not’s

Breathe in the vapors of romance

Feeding your soul

Capturing essence of amour

Riding the crescent waves

Of pleasure

As whispers of desire, tickle your ear

I suffer your pain as it wraps its

Tentacles around your heart

Strangling life from your soul

In this abyss you have fallen

Where you find no peace

Sorrow has become your

Shadows and stillness

Your spirit seeks

A place I have known so well

And at times the darkness

So severe light couldn’t find

Its way in

I share your despair the feeling

Of fighting this battle on your own

How many times did I too wage this

War

In my footsteps you’re walking in

Nevertheless, notice there is only one

Set of prints

Pain has its way of stealing hope

Hope has a way of stealing back life

You’ll see the dawn begin to break

Darkness slowly dissipates

Pain vanishes as fog rolls back out

To sea