I’m gone. I’m lost.
I’m nowhere to be found.
Broken among the brittle nets of life all around.
You’ll hear the wind in my voice, air chasing air.
You’ll see the sigh upon my face. Lifeless life ensnaired.
Look deep, past the surface. Tired eyes will tell.
A whipped and beaten heart,
Seized without bail.
But the lips they share a story, of hopeless hopes retreat.
Angled just right, they’re weary.
Unwilling to be seen.
You know the look, you’ve heard it clear.
You know the place beyond the hurt; past the fear.
Where numbness is a feeling, welcomed with ease.
Preparation for survival, and separation from disease.
Tired minds surrender, more than letting go.
They humbly wave the flag above them, the white flag we all know.
I’m done. Done being lost. And done being found.
I’m willing to kneel, but rescue me now.
Forbid another war, build me walls of certainty.
That this rescue mission began and will capture, and succeed.
Rebuild your broken vessel, replace me with you.
Hold me in the storm, revamp my weathered and worn.
May tears evolve to morning dew.
And when amid the darkness, the failing light I cannot see.
Rekindle all I am, returning brilliantly.
Refuel my lamp and may You shine, through desperate dark despair.
Where angels sing mighty words and hope arises there.
For the restless wandering mind, forbidden in the night.
Comfort the blind, prepare each thought, ignite your majestic light.
And in the ruins we can regain
all once lost in tragic pain.
And the world, I let it belong to itself. Obediently, I let it go.
For it does no good to gain within, the place that hates my soul