This ache takes away from nothing,
my body pains as it strives to survive.
Will it suffer until his arms
do embrace my willing self?
Or perish in the darkness of loneliness?
This emotion comes from someplace inside.
I cannot fight it nor describe it,
it just is as it takes me over.
Doused in the strong desire
for a thing which I have never known,
I wander along black nights, gray mornings,
comforted in that the day
reflects the torments I have inside.
The sky opens its eyes to rain tears,
the thunder angers through the clouds,
all a mirror of what I feel as it conflicts within.
Send he who shall calm my chaos,
let him take me, love me,
keep me from harm,
protect me from this despair,
fill me until I am whole.
Then shall the clouds calm the thunder,
the sky will stop its crying
to let the sun shine brilliantly
through his eyes.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017