Everything she sought.

She could not walk another mile, 

She couldn't walk another inch.

No one warned her it would be so hard.

Or that her shoes would start to pinch.

She laid her shoes upon the grass

To give her feet some ease

Took out her heart to lay at the side

And she fell down to her knees. 

The shoes they sat there 

And her feet indeed felt better. 

The heart it flopped there beating

Making the grass just red, and wetter.

The problems of the heart, it seems

Are complex, unlike feet.

Maybe we should take more care

Whom we let our poor hearts meet.

If she put the shoes back on, keep walking.

Could she rise above it all? 

Or watch her heart until it stopped

And answer oblivion's call.

Until this day she'd listened hard

To all the guidance given.

She held the space and loved him daily

Thinking that she was living.

She wondered could she leave it

On the bloody sodden ground

And if she did, she pondered

Would it matter if it was found?

No one could trample it more

Than it had already been,

No one could show it pain 

Like it had already seen.

She had not been a worthy vessel

She was not able and she knew now

To carry all the lessons

She simply did not know how.

Powerless she was. Hopeless.

Lost in the dark mire of this single thought

That never was she good enough.

For everything she sought