lilith210

I strive on for things I know are with-in.  I can feel them.  My heart yearns to feel them complete.  My soul cries out for their time to shine.  To be seen and heard and loved. Yet I see only the broken. Tattered veils never lifted.  Wondrous toys in splinters.  A shinny sword bent unless. Others fair better. They share their moments.  They scream in joy, inviting others to bask in their glow. I try to join them.  At times I can.  But not tonight. Tonight, there is only what has yet to be.  Projects, dreams, efforts still in process. Blood, tears, pain, strife, the things all endure to reach the end. Except I have not.  “Yet”