I’ll Never Be the Same

The “New” Truth

Stumbling in the pathless dark,
staggered by the trackless glare;
this aimless trajectory
takes stamina and courage
to steadfastly continue.

Left naked by soulfulness,

I feel duped by former truths,
whose betrayal stings my heart.

Yes, the new truth does me in;

grasping for the brass ring, I
fell off the merry-go-round.

I am trembling in my core,
the horrifying heartache
hastens hurtful hopelessness

But I neither grin, nor smirk,

my teeth neither show, nor clench,
my eyes twinkle through the tears.

I hope against hope, Love can

endure the tension and seize
some fleeting treasured moments.
Having glimpsed that is the way through, I
stay the course without tumbling.

September 4, 2009