The Wreckage

5 0 0
                                    

"At times I find myself digging through the wreckage buried deep in my soul, as if I'm searching for something in particular. Though I never find whatever it is I'm looking for. Maybe it's the broken pieces of my heart. Or it could be the lost pages to the last chapter in my book. Of course, none of us actually know what the end looks like for us. Will we be happy? Will we have fulfilled our lives in the way we had always dreamt? Or will we just be nothing? A lost soul gliding gracefully through the wind, taking it day by day."

From The Soul: Poems & ProseWhere stories live. Discover now