Whispering Hope

The shredded organ in my chest,

Once vibrant and whole, Now,

A whisper of beats barely bumping along.

Pain seeps out through the shattered walls,

Of this blessed thing that life has mangled,

The slow thud, thud, thud resounds in my core.

A whisper of hope slides over the shards,

Dulling the edges, and sealing the seams,

Breathing sanity back into my soul.

Slowly I breath, slowly I step,

One foot and then another,

Cracks repaired, and slivers slide away.

Scars now grace the reflection I see,

The past redefining me,

The pain I felt went unseen.

But memories don't fade,

They linger like smoke in a bar,

Always clouding my vision and thoughts.

Slowing the healing process,

Making choices more difficult,

Time doesn't heal fast enough.

Impatience endures,

As if the race is never finished,

Huffing and puffing I drag myself to the next day.

By: C.R.Williams