The great confusion in 1995

A heart is aching

confused

hurt

not yet broken.

A beating heart

able to love

but aching

and hurting

inside of me.

 

A soul that is waiting

patiently

confused

waiting for that sign,

from God

or him or her

or whatever it is.

A soul that is crying

for spiritual guidance

but patiently waiting

inside of me.

 

A soul and a heart

trying to work together

trying so hard

confused

unable to move forward

struggling to

reach the sky

the sky

so beautiful and clear

red, purple, blue

and orange.

Oh, so orange...

Why is it so hard

to touch the sky?

tell me,

please,

tell me why...

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is a sad poem.. questions i cannot answer.
I love you!

[R J Askew]

I imagined a puppet show as I read this with a little puppet heart and puppet soul trying to make it. I like the repeats of 'or him, or her, or whatever' and 'the sky, the sky'. Wclcome back to a much denuded place.