Heartbreak of a Pilgrim

I've tried to believe in you for so long,
tried to hold on -so tight-
to a faith I find heart-breakingly intangible.
And, I wonder so often if its me,
specifically,
who is numb, or if
you're just not speaking to me?
I think about you constantly,
wonder when you'll come my way
and I look for you in images of those I love,
yet only flickers remain.
I suppose its possible
they're only in my mind.
I've always wished I could see you,
wished my heart would split open
and rip to shreds
over a love I can't even imagine,
but I find,
instead,
I am alone
and no one cradles me at night.

Author's Note

Not a love poem, though it has been mistaken for one.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We look for things missed in a life. I believe in a life we want too much. Then we want too little. If we are lucky we find a middle to create some kind of peace. I like the story and I could feel the loneliness in your words. A powerful poem.
Coyote