What I have...

What I have

A heart weighed down,
Like some thing ocean locked,
Passed over by years,
With salted wounds,
And water weight. 

A faith shredded,
Like freshly ruined
Blades of grass,
Chopped of when most ripe,
Like the middle of
Some newfallen day. 
A crest fueled by wishes 
And blind dreams, 
Shrinking to nothing,
Before fully formed. 

A dream, grainy 
Like some antique, forgotten memory
Like a film softly murdered,
By the purity of light. 
An openly, knowingly, 
Intently destroyed thing. 

A mind challenged to,
Worsened realities. 
Ignorance, wedded with bliss,
Regrets, aloft and remiss. 

A love that shall ne'er bloom,
A future and a now,
Blown out & extinguished too soon. 
Like a babe with no feeding mother,
Fires falling prey to smother. 

A need to move away,
No desire to feel,
Or pray. 
A realization of this love,
That shall ne'er be. 
Like some thing ocean locked,
Passed over by years,
With salted wounds,
Weighed down & pressed out,
Removed with no doubt. 
A cross hand and hope to,
Step down from this lofty place,
Where you reign as king.
Where my dreams, my needs,
Have no meaning. 

A walk forward,
Slow & sure, 
Like sand moved about,
By feet, by time. 
Moving toward,
Full,
Happy me. 

Jason Christopher Johnson
February 16, 2011