September 01, 2009

the heart of the matter

what dyou do when words fail you, and all that escapes your lips are trivial to the heart of the matter? of course, no amount of pleasantry or gifts can mend the broken.

what can you do when there are no options to exhaust, but only scars as a glaring reminder of the pain? will the air always be this thick with discomfort, or is there an avenue for a breath of fresh air? is this just another stumbling block in the walk of relationships that matter most to you?

what dyou do when every waking moment is tormented by guilt, and even the few hours of light sleep feels like a nightmare? why were values abandoned and priorities shifted in the light of trying times? how many nails must be hammered in before you ever learn?

someone please tell me there will be a rainbow after the rain this time.