Grounded Completely

How do I begin with complaints
It seems like forever since
Since I forgot what it was like to hold
The one I loved so dear
And I don't know if I'll ever get there again
I search and I wait
But it's like God or Satan
Keeps a heavy hand over the door to this
It feels bad to point the finger
Because it comes back to me
I cry, I pray, I worry, I give up
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Repeat the process that it takes to believe
Just when I thought I could go no longer
I'm afraid, I'm so anxious, I'm just so confused
Just where should I go?
If there is no perfection in this direction
Because I keep trying
To hang on to a dream that has her in my arms

by B.A. Phillips

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