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
