Freestyle Poetry - Breakthrough

Something new ... been awhile ... may need some WD40.

Breakthrough

Lost,
Another four letter word,
Like Hate or Love,
Big, profound, terrifying.

I find myself trapped in this word,
Groping blindly for purchase ...
A foothold of Trust unfelt
Drowning
No buoy of Purpose nearby
Only the urge to swim.

Urge, another Fuck four letter word,
Not settled or satisfied like the pleasant Adrift;
I cannot find my Float, my Peace,
My other lovely fives.

I have Lost my Faith.

One damn letter,
But the distance is greater than
The moment I should have kissed her,
And didn't ... Fate,
She bitch slapped me!
For my insolence or ignorance
Or lips that missed ...
Broke me down ...

To Break me Through?

Should I be waiting?
Should I be acting the Fool?
Should I pretend to Purpose ...
And Hope it sticks?

Maybe I just need a really big word ...

Perseverance!