My thoughts are the barbed wire of contempt
My dreams the lucid images of God
My hands broken but able to perform miracles
This is the will that guides me
This makes it all for naught
Will I be able to break through fate?
My dreams are a nightmarish raze
My mind a butterfly fluttering in despair
My heart is a weighty anchor lodged deep into my chest
I am solitude, I am loneliness, I am alone.
I race through the broken doorway
Unable to see what lies through
My legs ache with the pain of a thousand miles ran
My knees cry out like they do only when it rains
I will keep running through that doorway
Time and time again
Even though it’s a gaping chasm
That I think I can never fill.