Fifi's Muse

image credit: istockphoto.com This poem is a journey through different facets of trust to create a synopsis Oh achy heart  with no one to trust the weary soul with no place to call home, The heavy head with no shoulder to rest on How your internal war isolates you It is indeed a hard decision to make An arduous road to take   When you consider that words first be can sweet  yet the truth about them is bitter you travel down that road once more  Oh, naive heart,  look once and then again because the one you trust is not worthy, it is one who reads from a well-written script, listen more than you feel is necessary, because the puzzle is solvable,  when the pieces do not fit it is not a mystery but a clue. If only you could see the truth  then you would soar  over the isolation,  over the heaviness There is but one that is worthy of all trust God alone But on earth, there are a few he has placed   B...

You try to put a finger on it but it proves somewhat, evasive it's that feeling that everything is there but nothing quite exists it's that blah, that dance between existence and non-existence not sadness but not joy not despair but not hope just somewhere in between on the way to a destination After the Blah comes the awakening, somewhere down the road, days become less about that feeling, and more about purpose, more about hope, more about meaning.