Must I Face This Day?

Must I face this clear bright day?
With heavy Heart
and sorrowful soul?
The sunlight ebbs and flows
with passing clouds.
New leaf trees stretching
forth their fresh colors.
Dogwoods bloom lace canopies
beckoning the joyful Heart.
But mine cannot go.
A time of reckoning is at hand.
My mind slips on it's muddy path.
Trying to focus on what must be done.
Exposure of Heart and soul
and a tearful closure
To an unfulfilled hope.

by Heather Z. Hanna

Comments (3)

'My mind slips on its muddy path' Nicely put, Heather... a great line in a great poem! Brian
This is very touching. It sounds like a difficult decision to make indeed. You've written this very well, and I love the imagery you've used. Hugs, dee
Your words touched me, the last three lines were written beautifully, , , , , my eyes welled up with tears for you. Keep writing. Take care