I glimpse the glittering dawn,
another night ends where dreams give me no solace.
The will to live is strong,
however desperate my heart is.
I have faced many lonely mornings
knowing that although I breathe
my heart dies further.
It was meant to devote itself
to one and only one, not suffer in silence
as those reject what it offered.
As I wander, it wonders when, if ever,
a home it will find among
the golden days of this life I live.
Realizing in the end that it shall remain
as it always has,
forever seeking, forever yearning.
Forever lost.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017