• So many thoughts....doubts....voices

    Mind jumbled up, so tightly wound, that words

    come tumbling out without coherency

    Eyes that see and regret see the past

    mistakes and deepening flaws

    Mouth too dry and throat too strangled

    to yell and cry

    heal

    mend

    ask for the gift that is....

    Words chipped and cracked,

    their edges sharply pierce flawed skin

    Pride so tenacious that it warps the resolve

    Resilence weakening

    Eyes losing their firy determination

    Breath a mere whisper,

    a hollow remnant of what once were dreams,

    Reflection casting a silhouette

    The person that used to be is no longer there

    The truth that guided is a decayed anomoly

    If the truth is not to guide, then what is?