The Profanity of a Life Poorly Lived
December 12, 2012 § 4 Comments
I have been broken hearted
because I have failed.
I have been broken hearted
because I have fully loved and lost.
Neither felt good, but both
fit this life that
I call mine.
And the valley that lays out beside
me is empty of anything visible
as fall begins its silent sneak
into the world, tip-toeing on leaves
that have already fallen, missed,
not once, by any soul. Rot already
setting in. Decay. Bitter.
There is no water to awe over,
its width, its breadth. There’s
hardly a snatch of green in view.
Its passing, is it mourned?
Not this year.
No.
There’s been a dry spell.
But it’s true, what they say about
waiting, if you wait long enough,
something is bound to happen.
It’s just not what I thought it’d
be. There is nothing more than a slight
expansion of every day, the other
side of the not so proverbial mountain.
I fear I’ve lost my ability
to find joy and blessing in
the world around me.
All I see is empty.
Profane, isn’t it?
The Reflection Pool 
I liked the image of fall sneaking in tiptoeing, along with the sense of bitterness and uncertainty.
Thank you.
Very dark and cold almost as if you have lost your ability or desire to live. I know it’s just words, but the emotion in which it was written screams help!
Ah, yes, it was a moment, a breath really, a single breath on one afternoon as I was driving down a country road when a gang of turkeys stumbled out into the meadow below. It was, as most things are a surprise and in that lies so much beauty. That makes life breath taking and every moment a gift! Thank you for reading; thank you even more for commenting! Enjoy!