Sinking Spirit

There are days when I am in the light
Yet it’s arms cannot touch me
Days when there are songs of laughter
And my soul cannot hear

My mind runs too fast in reverse
Colliding with images and memories
Stopping, falling, fading away again
How does one get so lost?

There are times I see the vast spaces ahead
They mock me and taunt me and stare
All the effort in filling the gaps-
Living the stories of scripts unknown

There are days I don’t want to
There are times I dare to run
I’ve been told my will is strong
It’s my heart that’s growing heavy

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Photograph by Thomas Leuthard