Where do I go from here?
My dreams are shattered, my heart in ruins.
The glowing shell of my life has fallen away, revealing a core of pain and despair.
Seated in the rubble of love gone wrong, I stare at nothing, waiting for vision.
What shall I dream for myself?
I dare not imagine, it seems beyond me.
The grey days of my soul are mocked by the relentless continuance of existence.
Tears abate themselves in eyes viewing horrors too pale to speak of.
When will my miracles arrive?
I watch the heavens, half dreading the sight.
For the only thing that can restore my soul are tidings of peace, on angels' wings.
Songs of hope tremble in my soul's throat, waiting to surprise each other.
wow ... hang in there, OK? Slow deep breaths.
I'm doing what I can, with an adulterous, abusive spouse. Methinks the phrase "he needed killing" was invented for men like him.