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Disheveled Heart
O’ wretched soul, disheveled heart
The passing years have torn apart
All hope of dreams, my gentle youth
I am resolved to face the truth
That each day born of loneliness
Tore at the heart inside my chest
I can’t abide to mourn the loss
Of my beloved, nor the cross
That I have carried far too long
With fragile arms that once were strong
Arms that held him close to me
That soothed his brow so tenderly
Reassuring all my love
And now I am so guilty of
Letting go for fear I’ll die
©Kay Salady
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