Moving forward

Moving forward

My hands are so sore and need holding;

My lips are so chapped they need kissing;

The skin on my feet cracked and bleeding and

Looking for something that’s missing.

The skin on my body is thinner;

I’ve been frosty without any warning.

My psyche’s been cold - it needs heating up

But my spirit is slowly warming.

Worry lines on my face are much deeper;

The love in my heart needs a flame,

But there’s a flicker that’s getting closer

For now which is hard to explain.

My whole body is full of lack lustre

Like a song, my life’s been like a reprise.

Now there’s a prompt to start moving forward;

And In the morning a brighter sunrise!

I’ve spent too much time on the outside

Not looking close to what really matters

But the door is now almost ajar -

The windows are not quite so shattered.

My head is so full of questions

But there won’t be an answer to all.

For now I’ll just look to the inside

And wait until something might call.

Copyright Linda Lawrence
4th February 2012