Droplets splatter on the page in front of me,
crimson obscures the vision of what is there.
I close my eyes and will away the pain
wishing, wanting, waiting, hoping...disappointed.
My mind is a chaotic mess of reason,
thoughts whirling and blowing out of comprehension;
my heart is scarred and broken on the ground,
emotions tightly coiled then suddenly free.
I want to run away, I want to hide.
I want to stand and fight, I want to be seen.
I have a vision of a mountain top where I stand and scream.
It overlooks an empty valley; so no one hears.
Where is my voice?
Where is my strength?
Why is it that every time I think I've found myself,
once again she's gone in the blink of an eye?
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