The Pieces Left Behind

I try to pick up the pieces ~ the ones all left behind

The crumbs are stuck and crawling, and starting to unwind

I’ve lost control to messiness ~ its soul is everywhere

It’s in the shadows casting, and in my windblown hair.

 

This stickiness has covered me ~ I’m in a war torn state

My mind if failing sadly, I fear it is my fate

I try to organize my work ~ but thoughts are fuzzy blue

They say we’re old and useless, I fear that might be true.

 

Where are my hearts, the old ones ~ who accompanied my past

Where are those sighs of happiness, could nothing ever last?

What is this awful torment ~ that never does unwind

Where are my rays of sunshine, the ones I cannot find?

 

The dribble runs, the juices leak ~ my cup becomes so full

But then I spill the contents, and find a bunch of bull (shit)

There must be a message ~ I am missing from the past

The clouds come way too soon it seems, the sky is overcast.

 

How I cry for healing balm ~ those nights I lie and burn

The thunder comes and conquers, and I recoil in turn

The incense from the past takes flight ~ its essence seeming foul

My dreams are all a-fog, the swell of fury in my soul.

 

Stars shine bright, moon beams down ~ but me? I cannot see

The rays that would have healed me, this light just cannot be.

I lift my face to search the sky ~ and feel the gentle rain

The tiny raindrops on my arms might sweep away my pain.

 

They touch my skin so gently ~ there is something in their trace

A love that seeps so sweetly, and now I see its Face!

A Source that lives within the sun ~ and behind all the clouds

It’s come to lift me up again with a voice both sweet and loud.

 

Declaring that there never is ~ a time when all is lost

Reminding me to walk My Path, no matter how I’m tossed.

What calm, Whose Hands, what fragrance ~ might heal, touch and caress?

What Golden alter waits for me, to kneel, weep and confess?

 

I’ve lain my life upon the ground ~ been trampled, torn, and pushed

Now all I want is silence, and that all the world be hushed.

My woman soul is longing for ~ my roots now hard to find

Lost in the crumbs and pieces, that all got left behind.

 

I hope, I pray, I sweat, I try ~ so many feel alone

We feel it in our skin, our minds, our blood and every bone.

Come with me, when you can ~ and knit the ties that bind

Rest a while and sing with me, ‘bout the pieces left behind.

Copyright©ColleenWeber