my voice echoes back to me

bouncing off the ceiling

and back into my ears,

"you are alone in this".

my heart is broken.

no love is getting through.

it struggles to beat 

against the callouses

covering its surface.

so far removed 

from the presence that sustains.

I am withered and worn,

malnourished and atrophied.

 

You ask me to stay in the fire

just a little bit longer,

but do I really have a choice?

I don't see you here with me.

my teeth are on edge

and anxiety and fear consume me.

will this darkness ever become light?

will the flames ever be satisfied?

will I ever find respite

and rest for my soul?

This turmoil is all I know

and I am weary, so weary.

I cannot find you.