Libby's Odyssey

wondering at night alone

what could we have become? 

content, loved, praised 

no chance of being undone 

right now i’m hurting 

and the pain is hard to feel

drifting in and out of reality

is none of this is real?

if we were to try one last time 

to give love one more shot

this feeling, blessing, dream 

you and i are all we have got 

all of you to all of me 

this much i thought was true 

my heart knew it’s home?

somehow, it will always be you

when to stop fighting?

i’ve never quite been sure 

hyperbolic faith placed in the material

and humanity splattered across the floor

a lonely pursuit for happiness 

focus and direction; snagged 

wise words but an echo in my head

“let go or be dragged.”