It's A Confession

The only thing that separates
Me from the world is this fragile heart
Hard throw away
Easy to step on
But how could I deliver it?
Put a stamp on it and call it good?
Pardon me mail man sorry for this mess
Could you send this bag for me to the noted adress?
I couldn't wake up in time to for the mail send
I stayed motionless waiting for a response from you.
Staring at the mailbox hoping you will come too
And write me back.
Realize its been
Four months
Two weeks
Five Days
It doesn't take a letter that long to send
Did something happen?
Was it all in my head
A spirit on the material plane
Or was mine just not sent?
How lost could I be for not realizing what
My problem is. I no longer have control.
My mind separated from my heart.
My soul replaced with an idea.
A shout to the outside world
A call to the lost childern
You are not alone.
And Together we will stand tall.
We will not be wronged.
We will survive.

Review
Don't take this the wrong way. I wrote this one about my feeling from sending real letters to my friend in Washington I have been worried about her and it drives me nuts not having a good communication with her.