I feel the darkness.
I struggle and scream.
I fill the air with soundless sound.
I wonder what might have been.
Change is inevitable.
But will the broken bridges mend?
I believe in miracles.
But can shattered glass be repaired?
Can that brokenness become beauty?
A mosaic of impossible possibilities.
"...You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands." The Bible, Isaiah 55:12
Well, I'm counting on that.