Is there a heart left in me, there are so many
ways that pull.
Battle-scarred self-inflicted wounds; trapped in
this room
with a key in my hand reaching for the lock, my
hand’s
almost there, then the heaviness hits once more.
The room is beginning to fill with waters of guilt and shame. My choices, not
knowing my place; the waters fills the room as I gasp for air. My last breath
leaves, dreams and hopes were never for me.
A face is there before me lit with soft compassion,
the eyes
burning like flames. No-fear eyes that with one
look could
win a million battles. Courage I find, can it be
so? I lift the
key in the lock, the chains fall; the waters wash
me out into
the hall. People stare, wondering will this man
live. Live I
will and live well because I know my heart is
safe. Somewhere beyond this life it waits for me.
&nb sp; &nb sp; &nb sp; Robert
