Shattered Spirit
A poem to start 2025
I feel my spirit is breaking.
I feel my past joys fading.
Sorrow is eating at my heart.
It's breaking it apart.
This pain, I feel, the one right here.
It’s suffocating. It’s hard to explain.
It's no pain from heartbreak or loss,
It’s no pain worth feeling.
I feel it for my home,
The ones I once cherished.
I feel it for my dreams,
The ones I once carried.
My life is empty, my mind full.
This world is empty, our hearts full.
I want to breathe again, the way I did before.
The breath that was no sigh, but a breath filled with joy.
“Who is strangling me?” I scream at night.
“What is killing me?” I scream out of sight.
But no one is hearing my lifeless screams.
No one is seeing all my lifeless dreams.
“Why don't they feel what I feel?” I say, weeping in pain.
I feel it when they suffer.
I feel it when they’re hurt.
Yet here it lies on the ground, my shattered spirit and no one can feel it.
I am ashamed of my thoughts,
I am ashamed of my heart.
This isn’t supposed to be my end.
This isn’t supposed to be my end!
I sigh once more.
I sigh once more, hoping it’s the last.
“The last breath, or simply the last sigh?” My mind asks my heart.
