What now, what am I supposed to
do, feel, see, think.

You were all my heart saw. It's lost.
I'm trying to guide it to me.

It's like a toddler lost in a wilted
Sunflower filled that was once tall
And heavenly.

So many spiritless flowers. Mazes of
Once radiant sun yellow life.

How do you find the end when the
End is always the same torturous
Pain?

Maybe I should convince my heart
To stop searching for breath, let
It rest. It's tired and aching.

It's time to let it be..... It's time
you let me lead.

~ Amanda Collins