Rock Bottom

Image credit: http://www.northwestnewspapers.co.za

My skies are dark; thick clouds obscure even the faintest hint of light.
My world is cold. My heart colder still…
With one stroke, every iota of warmth sucked from within and without;

Yes the wind! Such ferocity, my life has scarcely experienced.
Everything bows in its wake, my head and my pride inclusive;
Rain, torrents of misery cast upon my beleaguered soul…

Long I had thought this storm would pass.
Long had I longed for but a sliver of golden ray.
My feet have long become dead weights, unsure, so unsteady.
When I begin to feel the purchase of solid ground, the next step, an icy cold murk bath.
The vestiges of warmth receding with every drop.
Cold like the tendrils of a wild vine creeping into my marrow;

Even if I were a vessel of the seas, such a tempest would my bows have overwhelmed;

How much lower can a person feel?
Even when I stumble upon some rare shelter amongst this bleakness,
The elements do conspire and short-lived is my succour;

In my despair I abhor even myself, despising what I have let become…

Oh God!… Oh God!!!

Advertisements

Can You?

From the Yesteryears Series Collection

Can you fill the loneliness of my heart?
Can you occupy the seat of my innermost desire?
Can you touch the deepest parts of me?
Can you reach the real me, reaching to the place where it really counts?
Can my pain be your pain?
Can you feel exactly what I feel and would the feeling be strange to you?
Can you stand by me and be there for me always
Can you uphold me in the face of my greatest weakness?
Can your strength be mine?
Can your heart make room for me?
Can you cause me to fully mend from the abuse and exploitation of my past?
Can your balm soothe my soul and bring a healing my way?
Can you sustain my hope and fulfill my joy
Can you satisfy my deepest hunger, bringing nourishment to the very core of my being?
Can you be the tender of the garden of my heart, causing pleasant and fragrant flowers and choice fruit to so sweetly blossom and grow?
Can you extract from the ore my pure form, causing me to shine and to glow?
Can you remove from me crudeness, bringing polish and culture?
Can you discern that which words cannot express?
Can you fathom the depths of their intensity?
Can you sate the longing, the yearning, the hunger, the thirst, and my innermost cravings?
Can you wipe the tears from my eyes and plug the fountain deep within?
Can you love me the way nobody else can?