At the Heart


At the heart,
She sits alone.
Surrounded by the dark
Shadows of towering oaks,
She sits on a cold stone.
Arms wrapped around her legs
Shivering in the storms that come and go.
Teeth chattering, hair dripping, bones rattling...
Awaiting the arrival of an old Friend,
She whispers:
How much longer?

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The "unknown" can be a beautiful concept, yet can bring a painful reality to our minds and spirits. In times of darkness, I feel like the lonely girl in this poem. When everything fails you, when you have no means to navigate, and you are simply left to wait. When at the core, you are a hair strand away from giving it all up, when you are at the center of absolute nothingness and detachment...it is there that you find hope for the arrival of the friend.