I am alone in the dark. To as I release my heart. A soft whisper; “Are you enough?” breaks me apart. As I carry on I feel my soul depart. Here, with the black sky, flowers bloom like art. With hollow light I see my lost rope. I reach out for a little bit of life but can I reach? is heaven near or far? I don’t know the answers, I can’t seem to help myself but the scars I have, within me and on my body seem to direct me closer to grave.
‘Scars,
Light Misfit Poetry 