Reposted: salt water

SO. This is what it is when they say

"heavy of heart"

and "weary soul."

There is so much moire in me

with no way, no where, to go

I am at a loss.

There are wonderful

moments in life,

but they fade quick in the grey

matters of my mind.

Here I am

I am alone.

I do not question

God in this.

He is causing me still to

BREATHE.

He has never forsaken

me as my own spirit has.

NOW, for instance.

I am so tired I cannot sleep,

so sick I cannot be healthy,

too healthy so I cannot beg

sympathy.

Life aches.

If only,

If only my tears could fall freely

and the salt could heal my wounds