The Wasteland of My Heart

This was written when I was feeling pretty down, and ironicly enough, I felt mucher better when I finished it. Gotta love how that works out.

The Wasteland of my heart.

My heart cries out,
the pain is too much to bear.
Daggers sticking out,
like tombstones on graves.
What was left,
is now dead.
All life is gone,
like the vast wastelands of the desert.
What will come tomorrow?
Another dagger?
Or a healing hand?

My soul cries out,
the loneliness is just too much.
Will someone come?
Will someone bring me back to the light?
Or will they,
like everyone else,
leave me in this wasteland?
This wasteland,
was once my heart full of joy, light and life,
is now dull, dark, and lifeless.
How long can I survive alone?

Will someone come?
Will someone save me from this forsaken place?
It’s always dark.
But in the distance I see a light.
I head towards it,
as I get closer,
I start to feel warm.
Half of me wants to go back,
to where I can’t be hurt anymore,
but the other half longs the warmth,
and the love.

The longing for warmth wins.
Onward I go.
I hear voices,
many voices calling my name,
telling me to give into the warmth,
and that everything will be fine.
The longing for dullness and darkness intensifies,
I almost turn around and go back the way I came,
forever lost to the world and reality,
but the warmth is too persistent to let go.
I feel a soft warm hand on my shoulder.

I turn around.
The person I see makes tears come to my eyes,
and makes my knees start to shake.
All she has to do is whisper my name,
and I’m in her arms crying.
In that moment I realize just how much I have missed,
the warmth of my mothers embrace.
I, then, forget all about the pain(with the daggers still in place),
the loneliness.
I follow her in the warmth and light,
to a place where I can truly be alive.