Recover

Recover I have no clear recollection at all That time rescued me from any pain I know it wasn’t yesterday or a week ago Because ridged shards of it still remain They pierce my heart with a razors edge The sharp edges snagging my soul Tearing the very delicate fabric of me All of me gone now, with nothing to show They say time is an awesome healer Well that may be true for many things But for all the tears I’ve shed over you There is no healing for tears it still brings I lay quietly in the gathering darkness I do not care if I live or if I die Time seems to have stopped moving Its healing powers clearly just a lie My soul in tragic self inflicted dispair Cannot survive much more misery Something must happen and soon Or I will become a spec of history I need to be stronger then this To find strength buried deep down inside I will move one foot and then another And dry up all the tears I have cried I must get time moving again It has to happen one way or another The only way I will ever survive Is to pray for God to help me recover Connie Moore 10/2/2015