Waiting


The sky is blue.
The clouds are grey.
My heart is open,
waiting for someone to fill the void.
The loud emptiness of my heart pounding
makes me weak.
I sit alone in the darkness
looking out into the world.
I'm scared,
confused, lonely, and with no clear direction into the future.
I am an open vessel just waiting to be hurt,
waiting to exhale.
just wanting the pain to illuminate
my soul
to give me a reason to breath
a reason to live,
a reason to strive.
I stare into the darkness.
My crippled heart shines bright
and my mind is.
well my mind is a deep ocean.
Waiting.

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