Endless

PC: Zelda Richardson (flickr)

I tore open the envelope.

I was on a slippery slope

Fate played tricks on my jaded soul

Words, I hoped, would make me whole.

I looked hard for a shaken truth,

A muddy window to my lost youth.

Searching for the days gone by,

When I slept to a lullaby.

The paper crumbled to fine dust

Words, pictures, left in the past.

What was lost, I could not find,

Hidden in dark corners of my mind.

It took me a while, but I found

My own two feet on the ground.

I rose from the ashes, worthless,

Forsaken, but… endless.