The Crux

Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago, I thought I would share it. Its really almost a prayer for me. The ending may seem overly morose, but I don't see it that way.



the crux



Sitting in the crux

Of a life already had

And yet to be.



Ready to run,

Unable to walk.

Prepared for what?



Motionless

Our questions do not

Bring answers



Passion heats our soul

And music fills our hearts.

A reservoir of love desperate to flow.

Tugging at the shorelines

Of an aching heart.



Promises once so bright

Are now empty.

Hope that illumined our hearts has dwindled.

Apathy is death.