If I have said it,
then stop here.
It will do you no good
to hear my complaining.
Why I try to find answers
to questions I haven’t posed.
Like going through a cave without light.
What? What?
As I go along feeling my way.
Should I be terrified
or progress with faith?
Where is my foot stepping?
Did I destroy something beautiful?
Where is the sound of the earth’s heart?
Why does the dark
have walls harder than stone?
Should I say such things
when day shines so brightly?
Why can’t I leave well enough alone
and not burden words?
Trying to say what I am trying to say.