Grieving Heart

And then…
in a split moment
my mood changed…
flooded by the darkest moments
that ripped my soul from my torso
my body falling once more to the floor
as a dead body falls   
 
I could actually describe it as
being lost, so damn lost, numb and cold
I had to find my way
but my legs somehow didn’t want me to walk
I was simply stuck
 watching a clock that didn’t have hands
 
no road could offer solace
each one that I chose   
simply offering grief and uncertainty
 
all I thought I needed
I just couldn’t find
 
a simple road sign, signaling the right way
navigation
that we all crave at some time in our lives
the only sign I found  
was battered by natures wrath
it seemed, as if it was as lost as I was?
both of us, cheated by the claws
and scratches of this relentless wind
pelted by rain
rain, that sometimes felt like rocks
darkest clouds in an unforgiving sky 
 
all I could confirm
in my tired brain-frozen-mind
was that there would be no exit
and without an exit
it actually led me to feel peaceful
at least finding peace in my own acceptance
that I may never find my way
 
but then in another split second
my mood changed once more
and I didn't need that sign
the one simple direction
that could have helped me find my way  
 
because I’d made it
i'd found the right road regardless
albeit, a dusty road filled with pot holes
never the less
the one in which had light.