Breaking the Quiet

For-a-broken-soulI feel like part of me is missing;
Like I’ve been lost;
Wandering in a fog.
This tree
Looks both familiar
And completely out of place.

I’ve been here before.

White coats,
Pills,
World changing shifts
Fucking up familiar environments.

I’ve grown numb
Watching what I’ve held up for years
Fall a part.
And become undone.

But I’m still standing.

My legs quake beneath me,
But my feet
Still touch the ground.
I am not grounded,
But I will get there.

And despite that missing part of me
I will continue to spill this ink.
I will continue to seek my soul.
For I know,
Regardless the pain I have,
This too,
Shall pass.

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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One Response to Breaking the Quiet

  1. e says:

    “I am not grounded but I will get there…”💘e

    Liked by 1 person

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