Across the deserts of my heart she flies.
Going nowhere, thinking nothing,
But furious questions and anguished cries.
Why? Why?
If I was truly loved, would not my heart feel?
Imaginary doors slam in a
Cold, dark world of steel.
Pain. Anger. Confusion. Tears.
Introverted cries for help.
Yet she is strong and never bends
Defending those who need her help.
Unwavering. Pretending to be strong
Dry eyes in a torrent of painful rain.
Heart crying, face clenching
Eyes glistening, she vows again.
Burning, roaring, silently fuming
Across the deserts of my heart she flies.
Going nowhere, thinking nothing,
But furious questions and anguished cries.
Why do you turn your head? Why do you ignore?
It all continues, never-ending
Ceaseless insanity and pain.
She's wounded, but unbending.
Call it stubborn, call it pride.
You'll never know, you'll never feel.
It's called endurance, it's called survival.
A hideous dance on a cyclical wheel.
And yet, she's needed.
She cannot run.
A solitary pillar in a crumbling world.
Desperately holding nothing, beneath a glaring sun.
Nothing's right. Nothing's wrong.
It's a world without a name.
Ignore it. Just move on.
It's a sick and endless game.
Silent. Keep it secret.
Ignore explosions in the front.
Hide them, swallow them.
Let your heart endure the brunt.
Torn. Callused. Weary. Hardened.
Is it wrong to feel this way?
"Love your enemies", it tells us
And yet, it's repeated ever day.
"I love you" makes me cringe
The hug is just a show
My heart has departed
It's hiding, lost within my soul.
Can I smile? Can I laugh?
Yes, it's easy to pretend.
And yet, beauty abounds
Aesthetics help a saddened spirit mend.
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"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight."
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