The fog surrounds,
as the mist clings to my skin.
Dampening the fuses,
I struggle to see again.
I’m free-falling…
Sitting in ruins,
my mind a closed-door.
Out of darkness,
muted condemning voices roar.
I’m free-falling…
Chaos is masked,
behind the forced smiles.
Indecision and tears,
my breaking heart, meanwhile.
I’m free-falling…
Facing an abyss,
pulled into the absurd.
My faith wavers,
doubts crushed by His word.
I’m free-falling…
Days drift on,
rhythms of a soft breeze.
Oh, my God,
won’t you catch me, please.
I’m free-falling…
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Perfect words for this stunning image!
Thanks so much… umm, do I just call you Heartafire? 🙂
You can call me Holly, 🙂
Perfect! Thank you Holly, I’ve so enjoyed reading your posts and truly appreciate your support and kind comments. Glad we’ve connected.
Me too, you have a lovely blog, beautiful
poetry. thank you Mark.
Lovely message and plea. For some reason WP doesn’t want me to follow you, if you were wondering why I keep re-following, lol.
Thanks Kelly, this one is very personal but then again most are. Let’s hope this time it takes. Thanks for following and being persistent. 🙂