Past to future

My tortured mind. Is stuck in the past. My body feels. Numb in the present. My finger tips. Reach out into the future. Searching for that. Forgotten misplaced love. To fill my hungry void. Trusting once again. my innocence. To past. Guardians of moral wisdom. I will engage. In the verse of mortals. Wishing one last try. To soothe my fragile soul. Maybe a scrap of validation. Or a sense of regret. A whisper of sorrow. For wrongs past due. Nothing from their cold lips. Not a mist of breath wasted. Just the look of disdain. From those soulless. Dead pools. So now. My new life beckons. I step forward. Away from my past pains. Onto the purpose. Of my new existence. As each new day passes. I shall slowly heal. piecing myself together. Until I am whole. I feel love. I feel joy. I am human.