A Tale to Be Told

I've  been lost on this road before
Alone, my feet echo
My only company is the wind
Empty steps walking without aim

Neither dark nor light is seen
The blindness is my own design
A sea of grey carries me on
The ebb and flow a familiar lull

Lost in the pull of my design
I let the waves wash over me
The light a dangerous distraction
The darkness a comforting respite

Echoing across the distance
Barely a whisper reaches me
A story that needs to be told
A life that wants to be heard

A spark, a flame so small
A hope that pulls me on
A calling I can't deny
A need that I can't fulfill

On pained knees over shattered glass
Through a river of tears
My heart crushed and lungs laid empty
Without a breath, I begin

Each stroke brings me alive
Each stroke cuts me deeper
My own blood is the ink
Words etched upon my soul

Lashed and brought to bear
In weakness I give my strength
In wakefulness I give my dreams
In fear, I give to you my hope

Now empty and forlorn
Sprawled on the soiled earth
I tear my heart free
And seal it all with a kiss

Laid finally to rest
Silence consumes me
I weep in gratitude
The story now told

Yet it is never to be
For through the fog I hear it
A whisper on the wind
A new tale that needs to be told.