🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
As I ponder upon the past I realize the wasting of time can be costly.
The gaps can no longer be filled and the missing parts can not be found.
The broken pieces are scattered far and wide
All the miles I have traveled in search of, only to find pain.
As the numbing takes its hold, I try with all my might to shake the cold.
When I think I can’t go any more I remember who this is for.
As I force myself out of bed I focus on the light ahead
As I’m looking for a better day, I hope there’s an easier way.
As I make my way home, I’ll not be so alone.