pure disappointment, no hope for tomorrow.
When that happens it's impossible to believe the people around me
saying how many beautiful things there are to be seen.
Everything just seems out of focus.
Even all the great things that there were, are now in ashes, gone for ever.
No matter if you look forward or back,
you only see your life as scattered, black beads on rugged, crevassed stone.
Bigger and smaller failures, all of them.
When you try to catch the beads to put them back in a string,
they keep slipping away.
you can see something else in the same picture.
Look again and you will see the shapes and hues,
the glitter in the ash.
When you surrender and free your mind
from the chains of sorrow and self-pity you are able to see...