In My Brokenness

In the hurting stillness…

In the emptiness
Of a lost life…

In the hopelessness
Of missed chances,
To live,
And love…

I struggle,
To endure,
Not knowing
The next steps…

Or even how to walk.

There is no guidebook,
That instructs wholeness
For this shattered me.

There is no torch
That can illuminate
The darkness of
This haunting hurt.

I struggle,
To endure…

To learn to breathe,
Again.

Simply hoping,
And praying,

That you are out there,
Somewhere,

Somewhere close,

And that grace,
Will bring your healing,
And your comfort,
And your love,

To this man.

To me…

In my brokenness.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

4 thoughts on “In My Brokenness

      1. You actually did a fantastic job of beautifully penning what you aimed for.. There’s longing and hope and love and a story to begin, all described in so few words. It’s such a pleasure reading it! 😇

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