broken pieces

Sometimes i get so caught up in this

The deep unending

Ancestral lonelieness

That it’s hard to breathe

I lose my moorings

Swimming in a restless ocean

With waves that threaten to capsize me

And yet I keep reaching for you

Even as you push me away

But is a part of you opening to hear

My distress?

It’s all so terribly complex

With so many tangled threads

Lately it seems it may be almost too late

To save myself

I got so lost

Counting the cost of things

I did not generate

There is no way at times to even contemplate

The reality of this

And how I will find my way

Out of this mess

But then sometimes the sun appears behind clouds

As hope reappears

Still deep inside of me

Is a small child weeping

Who is not only mine

And as others just turn deaf and dumb and blind to feeling

I think my God I am going to drown

Will no one hear

Will no one listen

Do I not exist at all?

And if this is the case and if I fall

It will only be me who can

Pick up and reassemble

All of these

Broken pieces.