forlorn soul

So many false starts,
as I peck my way out of this shell,
from the inside out,
as I try to start anew.

Just when I think buy some miracle,
the strength and courage could be found,
another wall of tears comes tumbling down,
and knocks me off of my feet.

I can’t really tell for sure what hurts me the most,
remembering what we once had, now forever lost,

or the reality of this loss,
that endlessly haunts,
and taunts my forlorn soul.