Destined
Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
I have thought of many permutations to solve the puzzle of my heart
Each one seems to pull the pieces further apart
With no solution in sight, I’m better to sever all that binds
At least that way I’d have freed those left behind
It’s not my pain, nor her indignation that eats at my soul
It’s the realization my best efforts have been orphaned
Efforts defined with sincerity, nurtured with love, delivered with purposeful intention
This realization will now be my tempered heart’s drive
As it fulfills its destiny of being devoid of life
Still I pray an amber somewhere will stay lit,
Perhaps one day a piece or two may fit
From beneath the rubble a hand may rise
To show me the way, worth the sacrifice
