Wasteland

A poem of life, growing and enlightenment.

I lived my life both damned and blessed

My heart and spirit were put to the test

Many pieces fell and many were found

Some lived, some died without a sound

I traveled this wasteland of a broken soul

I sought out pieces to make me whole

Through the trials and failings I survived

And through it all I have remained alive

Within my heart pain kept my spirit down

At times I felt I would have surely drowned

But strength within would not let me quit

And I am better every day because of it

I sought balance between the dark and light

Too many times in life would go left or right

My demons were burdens carried from the past

Knew not how much longer that I could last

Within the cold grip of a tortured lost lonely soul

I sought the pieces to make me some day whole

I sought truth in all places I could manage to find

But nothing I found could ease my tortured mind

I found inner peace and absolution from deep inside

I found compassion and things I thought had died

Now I feel a fullness I never felt in times before

The wasteland of which I lived exists nevermore