These storms rage on in her mind,

Seeks relief, but none can she find.

The world feeds lustful cravings-

Engraving

Destruction in her destiny.

Darkness feeds her educated lies-

Implies

She has no destiny.

No one knows the extent of her unfortunate fate

And still they feel they must dictate.

They diagnose her as disgusting-

Incrusting

Her heart with hopeless desire.

Her mind labels her sickening-

Quickening

Death as her only desire.

Many blessed with sight

But refuse to pass on a guiding light.

Leaving her in the dark weeping-

Sinking

Into sorrow deeper and deeper.

With no means of escape-

Scrapes

The bottom and can go no deeper.

She wakes and sleeps with not much in between,

Except whispers in each ear that are doubly convincing.

Her conscience has been polluted-

Muted.

I do not know the extent of her sorrowful state

So why do I feel I must dictate?

I diagnose her as disgusting-

Trusting

My flesh’s sinful desires.

My mind labels her sickening-

Thickening

Death’s desire.

I have been blessed with sight

So why do I resist this Guiding Light?

I am in the dark kneeling-

Concealing

Compassion, how can I love her?

Then revelation finds me-

Reminds me

That I am her.

I wake and sleep with not much in between,

Then a nudge in the heart that has me remembering

She is loved beyond measure-

Forever and ever.

 

I lay my head down, drifting away.

Waves of silence crashing over me.

Tossing, turning, gasping under my sheets.

A barrage of thoughts

collides with my pillow.

Shattering

Slipping

Sinking profoundly.

And my dreams make shadows of the pieces.

Submerged in this hell, I lose my way.

A surge of gloom billows over me.

Twisting, turning, writhing in this misery.

My dreams fading quickly,

then completely.

Searching

Suffering

Struggling sightlessly.

My heart, companion with darkness.

On the shores of devastation, I stay.

Decay becomes my company.

Resigning, retreating, surrendering to fear.

My heart frigid.

Its beat frozen.

Strangled

Smothered

Suffocated completely.

My soul collapses in defeat.

Where are the words

that made me dream?

Where are the lullabies

that saturated my heart?

Where are the eyes

that soothed my soul?

My bare feet walk the parched grounds of discouragement;
a vast desert with no direction.
The sands of abandonment–blinding.
The aridity of loneliness–suffocating.
My soul weary.
My heart distraught.
But you take my hand,
and lead me through the landscapes of hope.
We walk through fields of praise to hilltops of joy.
We stroll the beaches of anticipation,
and listen to the oceans of purpose.
We lie in meadows of peace.
And I rest in your arms.