RESIDUE

Dangling fabric of visually sewn moments
wasting away,
torn by the winds of fear.

Sunset of moods, stirring its death knell
for the light of confidence,
seeing the tattered fragments of secret desires,
lifeless upon the branches of a wish watered tree,
rising so desperately
from one's garden of expectations.

Heart beholds
the essence shredded,
unable to clothe
or bind as dressing
so many wounds
from stumbling steps of courage.

Sunrise waits
in the mind,
bringing a new illumination
for things yet to be,
perhaps
searching for a needle and thread
that can turn shredded garments
back into warming weaves of belief.