Camouflaged Grasses

Blood courses painfully in little knots

agony tearing me apart in marching muddy feet

leaving devastation and destruction in its wake

I wonder if recovery will ever be destined for me

soggy footprints heading off into the horizon.

I fight to restore the quietude that I had known

as I sit by the peaceful marsh which bathes me

in streams of empathy and absorbs the sound

of my broken heart hammering in unison

with the whispering breezes of soft harmony.

White herons hide in camouflaged grasses

while I bury shadows from my sorrow

serenity harbors my hopes for new tomorrow

and washes away the shame of the past.