Deep down in my low spiritual vibration
the connection of my fading voice
creeps into my weary bones.
I fear loneliness, forget myself, and seek love.
Compassion wasn't a question
that I asked upon my spirit.
The side of unwary — of every blank shard —
had me wonder deep down in thought,
just how many pieces have been shattered
with the fall of a million words.
Confusion lingers under the sky I live in.
Every movement, through my eyes, I can see —
but I've lost that feeling of safety.
Wandering down and up a trail,
I follow my lead.
I trace them all with my pale feet,
within my low spiritual vibration.
Each day grows harder,
with cold breaths from every corner.
I soon realize I fear more forgetting myself
than being weighed down
by heavy burdens not meant for me to carry.
Compassion comes with my heart,
and truth is written between the lines —
like a song, like a story,
of my missing connection.
There lies me, in every memory
I once thought was lost.