Vierra

In the Canyon of Wearisome
          Sadness,
where one day I found myself
          wandering alone,
I met My Heart, who called to me,
asking where I was going.

The path, though it had been
          long and twisted
to a horizon that because of trajectory,
seemed farther than it really was,
like the illusion of a staircase descending
to a dark cellar.

How, as I'd known the Canyon
          for what it is, for so long,
could I have been so lost?
Why, since the Canyon is sometimes pleasant,
          is it not a place of delight?

Repeatedly I asked these
          questions of My Heart,
But like good listener, he
          elected
to keep silent, leaving me to
          answer for myself.

heartbreaklost lovesadfree verse

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