Lost Again

by Joanna

Paradise not found
The sign read
In fading paint chips
and a sigh of disappointing breath
It is the limbs
The head
The exterior exhaustion
That climbs the fencepost
Angling toward the sun
In a desperate attempt to
Manage the pains of the past
Open wounds need healing
And hearts mending
But satisfaction is only a partial remedy
For the quaking in thighs and chest
Wishing for days gone by