Broken

(written three years ago)

Broken
There is just no other way
To describe what my heart has become
Reading over past words
Reminds me that the sun has fled
Although I see beauty
I cannot hold it, make it golden,
Make it mine.
I am no less grateful
And know I have so much to live for
Yet I live a half-life, scattered
amongst the stories of everyday.
My dreams,
still-lifed in shuttered rooms with dust motes
drifting like unanswered questions to blackened floors.
How can this be
All I am meant to be
What happended
To the sure-fire promise of me
Lord in my darkness
Please find me